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To: SIer formerly known as Joe B. who wrote (2238)	4/4/1998 1:36:00 AM
From: AugustWest	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 49843

Catfish John Mama said, "Don't go near that river, don't be hanging around 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 as white as snow. Catfish John was a river hobo who lived and died by the river's bed Looking back I still remember I was proud to be his friend. Mama said, "Don't go near that river, don't be hanging around 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 Vicksburg Traded for a chesnut 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 around 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.