Mama said don't go near that river. Don't be hanging around old Catfish John. But come the morning I'd always be there Walking in his footsteps in the sweet delta dawn. Born a slave in the town of Vicksburg Traded for a chestnut mare He never spoke a word in anger, though his load was hard to bare (CHORUS) www.cmt.com/artists/johnny-russell Catfish John was a river hobo he lived and died on the river bend Thinking back I still remember I was proud to be his friend. (CHORUS) Let me dream of another morning and a time so long ago When the sweet magnolias blossomed and the cotton fields were white as snow (CHORUS)