MISSISSIPPI HEAVY-WATER BLUES
As sung by Barbecue Bob (Robert Hicks), on "Barbecue Bob Vol. 1 (1927-1928)" (Document Records, DOCD-5046)

I was walkin' down the levee with my head hangin' low,
Lookin' for my sweet mama, ah, but she ain't here no mo'.

CHORUS: That's why I'm cryin': Mississippi heavy-water blues.

Lord, Lord, Lord, I'm so blue; my house has washed away
And I'm cryin': "How long 'fore another payday?"

I'm sittin' here lookin' at all o' this mud,
And my gal has washed away in that Mississippi flood.

I hope she come back someday, it's kinda true.
Can't no one satisfy her like her sweet papa do.

I think I heard a moan on that Arkansas side,
Cryin': "How long before sweet mama ride?"

I'm in Mississippi with mud all in my shoes,
My gal in Louisiana with those high-water blues.

Lord, send me a sweet mama!

Got plenty muddy water; don't need no wood or coal.
All I need's some sweet mama to spear(?) me jelly roll.

Nothin' but muddy water far as I can see,
I need some sweet mama come and shake that thing with me.

Listen here, you mens: one more thing I'd like to say:
Ain't no womens out here, for they all got washed away.

Lord, Lord, Lord, Mississippi shakin'.
Lousiana sinkin'; the whole town's a-rinkin'(?).
Robert Hicks the same.