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 'til 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