Lyrics:
Monday looked like a downerTuesday looked like rainA bad altitudeAnd I knew I needed a changeHead out on the highwayCruising way down southI knew a little placeWhere I might could work it all outI'm so tired of fighting with myselfGonna spend a little time at the Tunica MotelJust outside of Memphis,Highway 61Sleepy little town down by theMississippi RiverI'm gonna lay out on a houseboatUntil my hide turns brownAin't gonna move 'till theEvening sun goes downFried chicken to go and they got live bait for saleAnything you need at the Tunica MotelI find myself at midnightMoving to the back porch bluesThe guitar cries, telling meAbout the hard timesSomething moves in the shadowsGiving me a little chillI thought I saw Robert JohnsonWalking out across the fieldThere ain't hardly anybody left who even knows the taleGimme the blues at the Tunica Motel