Way down in Mississippi where I was bred and born Believe that will forever be my native home And my poor mother's old, her hair is turning grey And my poor mother's old, her hair is turning grey I know it would break her heart if she found out I was barrelhousing this a-way And I'm going where the water drink like wine I'm going where the water drink like wine Where I can be drunk and staggering all the time Ain't but the one thing now, Lord, it worries my mind Ain't but the one thing now, Lord, it worries my mind That's a house full of women, Lord, ain't none of them mine And my baby passed me and she never said a word And my baby passed me and she never said a word Nothing I had did but 'twas something she had heard