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Harry Belafonte
Harry Belafonte
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Howard A. Roberts
Howard A. Roberts
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Bill Eaton
Bill Eaton
Arrangeur:in
J. Sellers
J. Sellers
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PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Bob Bollard
Bob Bollard
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Priscilla Eaves
Priscilla Eaves
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Lyrics

Big boat on the river hauling seven ton
Coming up from Natchez on the Memphis run
Paddle wheel a slipping and the keel done cracked
Mean old Mississippi trying to hold me back
Won't somebody tell my woman
Somebody tell my woman
Somebody tell my woman
Big boat up the river and it won't come down
Big boat up the river and it won't come down
Big boat up the river and it won't come down
Captain told the stokers, well, pack her tight
Got to get to Memphis by tomorrow night
Coming off the delta, well the far done sat
Captain, lord, captain, tell me, where we at?
Somebody tell my woman
Somebody tell my woman
Somebody tell my woman
Big boat up the river and it won't come down
Big boat up the river and it won't come down
Big boat up the river and it won't come down
Big boat, I'm coming in the pitch black night
That Mississippi fog that hits the pilot's light
Gauging, Mr. Gauger what's that rumbling sound
Sandbank dead ahead and we done run aground
Somebody tell my woman
Somebody tell my woman
Somebody tell my woman
Big boat up the river and it won't come down
Big boat up the river and it won't come down
Big boat up the river and it won't come down
My woman say she loves me and I know it's true
But I done done something that you just don't do
Stayed away from home too long and now I see
Some Natchez man is trying to take my gal from me
He's messing 'round with my woman
Messing 'round with my woman
He's messing 'round with my woman
Big boat up the river and it won't come down
Big boat up the river and it won't come down
Big boat up the river and it won't come down
When I get off this wheeler, gonna stay on land
Gonna take my little woman, well-a, by the hand
Build me a cabin on a high old hill
Get me a rocking-chair and sit right still
But some quiet night when the wind will shift
The sounds from the river will begin to drift
Some lonely rambler with a tearful eye
Will touch my heart with his mournful cry
Somebody tell my woman
Somebody tell my woman
Somebody tell my woman
Big boat up the river and it won't come down
Big boat up the river and it won't come down
Big boat up the river and it won't come down
Big boat up the river and it won't come down
Big boat up the river and it won't come down
Big boat up the river and it won't, won't come down
Written by: Bill Eaton, Jim Sellers, John Sellers
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