Way down the Mississippi way Down the Mississippi way Down the Mississippi way Took my guitar and I took my trunk, it was on a Friday Jumped in to my trunk and gave it a hunk and went down the highway Twenty dollars in my pocked, had to fill up my car Went down south where the weather is fine, where the sun shining down hot Way down the Mississippi way Way down the Mississippi way Down the Mississippi way Down the Mississippi way Sold my car in a little town by the side of the river The car was good and I needed the cash so I just had to leave her Saw the smoke from the steamboat engine As I raged for the river Her was where I was dreaming to go through the long lonely winter Way down the Mississippi way Way down the Mississippi way Down the Mississippi way Down the Mississippi way Black folks, white folks, yellow folks, red folks going on the river Young folks, old folks, bad folks, good folks going on the river There no was no fights no ramps when you're going on the river Way down the Mississippi way Way down the Mississippi way Down the Mississippi way Down the Mississippi way Way down the Mississippi way Down the Mississippi way Down the Mississippi way