A# Bring a drink of water, Leroy Bring a drink of water (no) If I could get to the mercy man He'd give me some I know I got a gal in Vicksburg Bertha is her name Wish I was tied to Bertha Instead of this ball and chain A# I'm goin' to Memphis (that's right Lord) yeah A# A due took all my money Wouldn't let me see the cards A# I owe the boss about a hundred years F A# For sleepin' in his backyard A# I'm goin' to Memphis (yeah Memphis) yeah I'm goin' to Memphis Like a bitter weed, I'm a bad seed But when that levee's through and I am too Let the honky-tonk roll on Come morning I'll be gone I'm goin' to Memphis yeah Memphis I never been to Chicago But it must be a mighty fine place (that's right) I couldn't get past Tennessee With Mississippi all over my face I'm going to Memphis (That's right Lord, Memphis) Well, the freezing ground at night Is my own folding bed Pork salad is my bread and meat And it will be till I'm dead Well, I brought me a little water In a Mr. Prince Albert can But the boss man caught me drinking it And I believe he broke my hand They all call me crazy for sassing Mr. Scott My brother was killed for a deed I did But I this remember what, yeah Well another boy is down The shovel burned him out Let me stand on his body To see what the shoutin's about I'm going to Memphis (yeah Memphis) Yeah I'm going to Memphis Like a bitter weed, I'm a bad seed But when that levee's through and I am too Let the honky-tonk roll on Come morning I'll be gone I'm going to Memphis Yeah Memphis (Yes Lord, Memphis-bound) | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA A# F |