G. Locks, Memphis, pg. 2

_             My lady, she don’t love me,
            Here’s how I can tell,
            My lady, she don’t love me,
            Here’s how I can tell,
            She said, ‘Im gonna take that old cat,
            Drown her in the deepest well.’

     “Why do you sing such a sad song?” Ol’ Mule asked.

       “Just this morning I heard my missus say to her husband,  ‘That cat’s too old to catch a rat. 

Time to drown her in the well.’  So I ran away,” Ol’ Cat answered.

      “No use sitting by the side of the road singing a sad song,” Ol’ Mule told her.  “I’m going up

to Memphis to find my fortune.  Why don’t you join me?”

        “Much obliged for the invitation,” Ol’ Cat replied.

         So they set off down the road braying and wailing out loud and strong.

            Going up to Memphis,
            Gonna shake off all my care.
            Going up to Memphis,
            Gonna shake off all my care.
‘           Cause folks who live in Memphis,
            Have good times everywhere.