Catfish

Yes, I wish I was a catfish
Swimming in the, oh, deep blue sea
I’d have all of these good looking women
Fishing after me, I mean after me
Sure 'nough after me, oh, oh Lord
Yes, I went down to the river
Started to jump over board and drown
Yes, yes, yes, got to thinking 'bout my baby
I turned short around
Sure 'nough short around
Yes, I went to my baby’s house
And I sat down on her step
She said, «Come on in now, Johnny
Oh, Lord, my husband just now left»
Husband just now left
Sure enough just, sure enough
Just now left, sure enough just
«Got something to tell you, oh Lord, baby
Baby, you know that ain’t right
You cook cornbread for your husband
And biscuits for your man»
Biscuits for your man
Biscuits for your man
Biscuits for your man
Biscuits for your man
Oh, Lord, oh Lord, baby
Lord, you know I’m going away
Yes, I’m going away now
Now, now, baby, oh Lord
Crying won’t make, crying won’t make
Crying won’t make me stay