Mama said, 'Don't go near that river Don't be hanging around Old Catfish John Come in 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 in 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 Lord, her never spoke in anger Though his load was hard to bear
Mama said, 'Don't go near that river Come in 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'