Now

I

taught

the

weep-

ing

wil-

low

how

to

cry,

And

I

showed

the

clouds

how

to

co-

ver

up

a

clear

blu-

e

sky.

And

the

tears

that

I

cried

for

that

wo-

man

are

gon-

na

flood

you

Big

Ri-

ver.

Then

I'm

gon-

na

sit

right

here

un-

til

I

die.

I

met

her

ac-

ci-

dental-

ly

in

St.

Paul,

Min-

ne-

so-

ta.

And

it

tore

me

up

eve-

ry

time

I

heard

her

drawl,

South-

ern

drawl.

Then

I

heard

my

dream

went

back

Down-

stream

ca-

vort-

in'

in

Dav-

en-

port,

And

I

fol-

lowed

you,

Big

Ri-

ver,

when

you

called.

Oh,

gui-

tar

Then

you

took

me

to

St.

Lou-

is

la-

ter

on,

down

the

ri-

ver.

A

freight-

er

said

she's

been

here

but

she's

gone,

boy,

she's

gone.

I

found

her

trail

in

Mem-

phis,

but

she

just

walk-

ed

up

the

bluff.

She

raised

a

few

eye-

brows

and

then

she

went

on

down

a-

lone.

Now,

won't

you

bat

it

down

by

Bat-

on

Rouge,

Riv-

er

Queen,

roll

it

on.

Take

that

wo-

man

on

down

to

New

Or-

leans,

New

Or-

leans.

Go

on,

I've

had

e-

nough;

dump

my

blu-

es

down

in

the

gulf.

She

loves

you,

Big

Riv-

er,

mo-

re

than

me.

Ah,

yeah!

Now

I

taught

the

weep-

ing

wil-

low

how

to

cry,

cry,

cry

And

I

showed

the

clouds

how

to

cov-

er

up

a

clear

blu-

e

sky.

And

the

tears

that

I

cried

for

that

wo-

man

are

gon-

na

flood

yo-

u

Big

Riv-

er.

Then

I'm

gon-

na

sit

right

here

un-

til

I

die.