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Words and Music by :
Dixon Arranged and adapted by: J. Sellers - Bill Eaton Publisher: |
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Recorded by Harry
Belafonte: Recording date: 1964 Playing time: 4:06 LP : LSP2953, PJL2-8121, Tape: FTP-1288 CD: 82876-62587-2, |
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Also recorded by: Peter, Paul & Mary |
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Lyrics: Big boat on the river hauling seven ton Coming up from Natchez on the Memphis run Paddle wheel a slipping and the keel done cracked Mean old Mississippi trying to hold me back Won't somebody tell my woman Won't somebody tell my woman Won't somebody tell my woman Big boat up the river and it won't come down Big boat up the river and it won't come down Big boat up the river and it won't come down Captain told the stokers well pack her tight Got to get to Memphis by tomorrow night Coming up the delta well the fathom set Captain, lord, captain tell me where I at Big boat a comin' in the pitch black night That Mississippi fog that hits the pilot's light Gauging, Mr gauger what's that rumblin' sound Sandbank dead ahead and we done run on ground My woman say she loves me and I know it's true But I've done done something that you just don't do Stayed from home too long and now I see Some Natchez man is tryin' to take my gal from me He's messing around with my woman Messing around with my woman He's messing around with my woman When I go off this I'm gonna stay on land Gonna take my little woman well a by the hand Build me a cabin on a high old hill Get me a rocking-chair and sit right still But on some quiet night when the wind done rift The sounds from the river will begin to drift Some lonely rambler with a tearful eye Will touch my heart with his mournful cry |
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