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I taught the weeping willow how to cry, cry, cry |
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I taught the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky |
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The tears I cried for that woman, they're gonna flood you, Big River |
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I'm gonna lay right here until I die |
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Well I met her accidentally in St. Paul, Minnesota |
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Tore me up every time I heard her drawl, Southern drawl |
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I heard my Queen, went back downstream towards ol' Davenport, |
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Well I followed you, Big River, when you called |
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I followed you to St. Louis later on River Queen |
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A freighter said she's been here but she's gone, boy, she's gone |
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I caught her trail in Memphis, but she just walked up the block |
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She raised her two eyebrows and she walked on down alone |
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Whoa batten on down Baton Rouge, River Queen |
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Take that woman on down to Orleans, New Orleans |
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I'm gone, I've had enough, dump my blues down in the gulf |
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She loves you, Big River, more than me |
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Oh, she loves you, Big River, more than me |
