Roust-A-Bout

The fog is rollin' down the river dark clouds hangin' mighty low



Well it's a long long way from ol' St Louis to the Gulf of Mexico



Well I make my home on the Mississippi I'm roust-a-bout on the Seabord line



We hit the deck on a Monday morning but we make the

ducks on a Saturday night



[ dobro ]



Well I had me a girl way down in Vickburg I used to stop everytime I passed



Till she made off with a riverboat gambler with a new ---



Well I make my home...



[ harmonica ]



Now when I die I've got one favor don't lay me down in the cold cold ground



Just take me out to the middle of the river and roll

me over and point me south



Well I make my home...