Tony Joe White Tunica Motel
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