The Grateful Dead — 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 Where the sweet magnolia blossomed, cotton fields are 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 [Instrumental break] Born a slave in the town of Vicksburg, 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 around 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 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 That sounds cool