Mama said, "Don't go near that river Don't be hanging around Old Catfish John Come in the morning, I'd always be there Walking in his footsteps in the
Down at the bottom of that dirty ol' river Down where the reeds and the catfish play There lies a dream as soft as the water There lies a bluebird that
CATFISH JOHN G C CHORUS: Mama said don't go near that river G D don't be hanging round ole
ran away. Catfish, million dollar man. Nobody can throw that ball like catfish can. Way up where the yankees are Smoke a custom made cigar. Catfish,
tell you about Catfish makes my nature rise Catfish makes my nature rise Get on down, girl Catfish makes my nature rise Catfish makes my nature rise Boogie for 'em, Catfish
Again and again sing this that we live It's all we have to go off of This is a nightmare come to life This is something you'll regret at times When you
Well, I wish I was a catfish Swimmin' in the deep blue sea I'd have all you women Fishin' after me Fishin' after me Fishin' after me Well, I'm broke
Lazy stadium night Catfish on the mound "Strike three", the umpire said Batter have to go back and sit down Catfish, million dollar man Nobody can throw
single time Yeah she does. Catfish girl, I miss you Lord I feel so blue Oh my Catfish girl, Oh and every little thing that you do Oh Catfish girl, I
Oh, I wish I was a catfish Swimmin' into the deep blue sea I'd have all the good lookin' women Swimmin' after me Swimmin' after me Swimmin' after me '
They call me Catfish Bates 'Cause I can catch a catfish anytime I want to Even when the moon man tells me they won't bite They call me Catfish Bates '
Well I wish, I was a catfish Swimin' in the, the deep blue sea I have all you pretty women, fishin' after me Fishin' after me, fishin' after me Oh yeah
I've been treated for mild depression And I've been treated for growing pains I've been treated for hallucinations Now I can see it all coming again
I'm battered and bruised I got lines I can't use My head won't deliver Well, I'm sold down the river But I'm turnin' again Yes an' I'm turnin' again
Well, I don't care to eat out in smart restaurants I'd rather do a Vindaloo, take away is what I want I was down at the old Bengal, having telephoned
had better deep discussions With this plate of soft-shelled crab. I'd put some spice in your rice. You'd give me blues in the stew. I'd give you catfish
Well, you got a big jib crane waiting to pick you up Hmm, you see those snakes that crawl They're just dying to trip you up Live out in sad shacks at
There's a black cat down on the quayside Ship's lights, green eyes glowing in the dark Two young cops handing out a beating Know how to hurt and leave
