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 lay out on a houseboat

Until my hide turns 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 anybody left who even knows the tale

Gimme the blues at the Tunica Motel