[1] The fog is rolling down the river
Dark clouds [5] hangin' mighty [1] low
It's a long long [1] way from old Saint Louis
To the Gulf [5] of Mexi-[1]-co

[1] Well, I make my [4] home on the Mississ-[1]-ippi
I'm a roustabout on a Steamboat [5] line
We hit the [4] deck on a Monday morn-[1]-ing
But we make the docks [5] on a Saturday [1] night

Well I had me a girl way down in Vicksburg
I used to stop every time I passed
Till she made off with a riverboat gambler
With a new silk suit and a little mustache

Now when I die I've got one favor
Don't lay me down in the cold cold ground
Just take me out to the middle of the river
Just roll me over and point me south