Tunica Motel

Monday looked like a downer

Tuesday looked like rain

A bad altitude

And I knew I needed a change

Head out on the highway

Cruising way down south

I knew a little place

Where I might could work it all out

I'm so tired of fighting with myself

Gonna spend a little time at the Tunica Motel

Just outside of Memphis, Highway 61

Sleepy little town down by the Mississippi river

I'm gonna layout on a houseboat

Until my hide turn brown

Ain't gonna move 'till the evening sun goes down

Fried chicken to go

And they got live bait for sale

Anything you need at the Tunica motel

I find myself at midnight

Moving to the back porch blues

The guitar cries, telling me about the hard times

Something moves in the shadows

Giving me a little chill

I thought I saw Robert Johnson

Walking out across the field

There ain't hardly nobody

Left who even knows the tale

Gimme the blues at the Tunica motel.