Rory Block
"Mississippi Bottom Blues"
Way down in Mississippi where I was bred and born
I believe that will forever be my native home
My poor mother’s old and her hair is turning gray
My poor mother’s old and her hair is turning gray
I know it would break her heart if she found out I was barrelhousing this a-way
I’m going where the water tastes like wine
I’m going where the water tastes like wine
Where I can be drunk and staggering all the time
Ain’t but the one thing and Lord, it worries my mind
Ain’t but the one thing and Lord, it worries my mind
Well, there’s a house full of men, Lord, ain’t none of them mine
My baby passed me and he never said a word
My baby passed me and he never said a word
Nothing’ I had did but ‘twas something he had heard
