That High Lonesome Sound (Live)

Mama said, "Don't go near that river"

"Don't be hanging round old Catfish John"

Come the morning I'd always be there

Walking in his footsteps in the sweet Delta dawn

Take me back to another morning

To a time so long ago

When the sweet magnolia blossomed

Cotton fields were white as snow

Catfish John was a river hobo

Lived and died by the river's bend

Looking back I still remember

I was proud to be his friend

Mama said, "Don't go near that river"

"Don't be hanging round old Catfish John"

Come the morning I'd always be there

Walking in his footsteps in the sweet Delta dawn

Born a slave in the town of Richmond

Traded for a chestnut mare

Lord, he never spoke in anger

Though his load was hard to bear

Mama said, "Don't go near that river"

"Don't be hanging round old Catfish John"

Come the morning I'd always be there

Walking in his footsteps in the sweet Delta dawn

Mama said, "Don't go near that river"

"Don't be hanging round old Catfish John"

Come the morning I'd always be there

Walking in his footsteps in the sweet Delta dawn

Walking in his footsteps in the sweet Delta dawn