| D | G | |
| Mama said don't go | near that river |
| D | A | |
| Don't be hangin' around old catfish | John |
| D | G | |
| But come the morning I'd | always be there |
| D | A | D | |
| Walking in his footsteps in | sweet delta | dawn. |
| G | D | |
| Born a | slave in the town of | Vicksburg |
| G | D | |
| Traded | for a chestnut | mare |
| G | D | |
| He | never spoke a word in | anger |
| A | D | |
| Though his lo | ad was hard to | bear. |
| D | G | |
| Mama said don't go | near that river |
| D | A | |
| Don't be hangin' around old catfish | John |
| D | G | |
| But come the morning I'd | always be there |
| D | A | D | |
| Walking in his footsteps in | sweet delta | dawn. |
| Guitar & fiddle solos: G | D | G | D | G | D | A | D |
| D | G | D | |
| Catfish | John was a river | hobo |
| G | D | |
| He lived and | died on the river | bend |
| G | D | |
| Thinkin' | back I still re | member |
| A | D | |
| I was pro | ud to be his | friend. |
| D | G | |
| Mama said don't go | near that river |
| D | A | |
| Don't be hangin' around old catfish | John |
| D | G | |
| But come the morning I'd | always be there |
| D | A | D | |
| Walking in his footsteps in | sweet delta | dawn. |
| Banjo and mandolin solos: G | D | G | D | G | D | A | D |
| D | G | D | |
| Let me | dream of another | morning |
| G | D | |
| And a | time so long a | go |
| G | D | |
| When the | sweet magnolias | blossomed |
| A | D | |
| And the cotton fie | lds were white as | snow. |
| D | G | |
| Mama said don't go | near that river |
| D | A | |
| Don't be hangin' around old catfish | John |
| D | G | |
| But come the morning I'd | always be there |
| D | A | D | |
| Walking in his footsteps in | sweet delta | dawn. |
| D | G | |
| Come the morning I'd | always be there |
| D | A | D | |
| Walking in his footsteps in | sweet delta | dawn. |