| A | |
| Well I taught that weeping willow how to cry cry cry, |
| B | E | |
| Taught the clouds how to cover up a | clear blue sky. |
| A | D | |
| Tears I cried for that woman are gonna | flood you big river, |
| A | E7 | A | |
| And | I'm a gonna sit right | here until I | die. |
| A | |
| I | met her accidentally in St. Paul, Minnesota, |
| A | B | |
| She | tore me up everything I heard her | drawl, |
| E | |
| That southern | drawl. |
| A | |
| Well I | heard my dream went back downstream, |
| D | |
| Cav | ortin' in Davenport, |
| A | E7 | A | |
| And I | followed you big | river when you | called. |
| Well I followed her down to St. Louie, |
| 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. |