Well me and Mark Twain, were having us a ball
Telling eachother lies, floating down from Hannibal
With a bottle and a worm and a cane pole
We were fishing for secrets where the catfish crawl
And the Mississippi River's flowing
Downstream
Meet the Gulf of Mexico somewhere
Downstream
Meet the Atlantic Ocean somewhere
Downstream
Gonna meet you in the water somewhere
Downstream
Well, we picked up Harry Truman floating down from Independence
We said "What about the war?", he said "Good riddance"
We said "What about the Bomb, are you sorry that you did it?"
He said "Pass me that bottle, and mind your own business"
And the Mississippi River's flowing
Downstream
Meet the Gulf of Mexico somewhere
Downstream
Meet the Atlantic Ocean somewhere
Downstream
Gonna meet you in the water somewhere
Downstream
Well, we were rounding St. Louis, and heading for the coast
When we picked up Chuck Berry in a little rowboat
With one oar in the water and one in the air
And a lightning rod for a white guitar
And lightning struck once, and lightning struck twice
And I said "If there's a God, He sure ain't nice"
Chuck said "God is an Indian giver,
I don't trust nothing but the Mississippi River"
And the Mississippi River's flowing
Downstream
Meet the Gulf of Mexico somewhere
Downstream
Meet the Atlantic Ocean somewhere
Downstream
Gonna meet you in the water somewhere
Downstream