well I'll [G]sing to the river, to [C]cheer her on her [G]way,
she's a blue ol' girl, but no one cares, to travel on these days[D],
and I know [G]some say she's lazy, she was [C]strong enough before[G],
when half of every cotton crop, come [D]floatin' pa**ed my door[G] and it [C]used to be a dance hall, when the gamblin' boats still ran[G],
the [A7]air was filled with lamplight, the sound of Dixieland[D]
but the [G]rivermen are gone now, she's a [C]melancholy girl[G]
she never sees the Delta Queen or the, Alabama [D]Pearl[D7]
and I [G]know that she's lonely, as she [C]tumbles to the sea[G]
she's headed down to Mexico to fi[D]nd some compa[G]ny
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and the [C]only time I cursed her, was the spring of sixty-five[G],
when she [A7]ran upon the bean fields, lookin' more than ten miles [D]wide[D7],
but I, [G]should've seen it coming, as it [C]does from time to time[G]
a woman's gonna make a fuss no one pays her any mi[D]nd
but I'll [G]sing to the river, to [C]cheer her on her way[G]
she's a blue ol' girl, but no one cares, to [D]travel on these [G]days
[C]she's a [G]blue ol' girl, but no one cares, to [D]travel on these [G]days