Well I taught that weeping willow how to cry cry cry, Taught the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky. Tears I cried for that woman are gonna flood you big river, And I'm a gonna sit right here until I die.
I met her accidentally in st. Paul, Minnesota, She tore me up everything I heard her drawl, that southern drawl. Well I heard my dream went back downstream, cavortin' in davenport, And I follow 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.