Mississippi Bottom Blues

Way down in Mississippi where I was bred and born
 Believe that will forever be my native home
 And my poor mother's old, her hair is turning grey
 And my poor mother's old, her hair is turning grey
 I know it would break her heart if she found out I was barrelhousing this a-way
 And I'm going where the water drink like wine
 I'm going where the water drink like wine
 Where I can be drunk and staggering all the time
 Ain't but the one thing now, Lord, it worries my mind
 Ain't but the one thing now, Lord, it worries my mind
 That's a house full of women, Lord, ain't none of them mine
 And my baby passed me and she never said a word
 And my baby passed me and she never said a word
 Nothing I had did but 'twas something she had heard