| Well I taught that weeping willow how to cry cry cry, |
| Taught the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky. |
| Tears I cried for that woman are gonna flood you big river, |
| And I’m a gonna sit right here until I die. |
| I met her accidentally in St. Paul, Minnesota, |
| She tore me up every time I heard her drawl, that southern drawl. |
| Well I heard my dream went back downstream, cavortin' in Davenport, |
| And I follow you big river when you called. |
| Well I followed her down to St. Lou, later on down the river, |
| Trader said she’s been here, but she’s gone, boy, she’s gone. |
| Well I followed her down to Memphis, but she just walked off the bus, |
| She raised a few eyebrows and she went on down alone. |
| Well I’ve gotten on down to Baton Rouge, River Queen roll on, |
| Take that woman down to New Orleans, New Orleans. |
| I give up, I’ve had enough, followed my blues on down to the gulf, |
| She loves you big river more than me. |