Down in the Deep South

Going where was born the blues.

Down in the Deep South

There’s a woman down there 
With the gypsy blood.
She was born in the hurricane flood.
She busks on Royal Street,
an old Gibson in her hand,
and them rattles on her feet.

Going where was born the blues.
where they made the bootleg booze,
down near the Mississippi’s mouth,
down in the deep, deep South.

There is a place called Joe’s
where drink and drawl.
When the shippers come in with a haul.
If can raise a buck,
I’ll be cracking the oysters
with a handy old shuck.

Going where was born the blues.
where they made the bootleg booze,
down near the Mississippi’s mouth,
down in the deep, deep South.

There is a house in Natchez.
good for what you pay.
But where it is, I just could not say,
We talking most the night 
the old stories ‘bout Nellie
who kept on a red light.

Going where was born the blues.
where they made the bootleg booze,
down near the Mississippi’s mouth,
down in the deep, deep South.