Goin' up the river, honey but I can't take you
I'm goin' up the river, honey but I can't take you
Nothing up there for a real nice gal to do
From Naches up to Greenville on to the Tennessee line
From Naches up to Greenville right on to the Tennessee line
Mm, when we get in Memphis, everything gonna be fine
Here I am in Kansas city, eighteen, ten five
Here I am in Kansas city, eighteen, ten five
Lord they give you water here, tastes like cherry wine
And I'm going to Chicago, I won't be back 'til fall, lordy lord
I'm going to Chicago, I won't be back 'til fall
Lord if I find my good gal, I won't be back at all
Play the blues, yes
Jeff Healey & the Jazz Wizards - Goin' Up the River Lyrics
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Goin' up the river, honey but I can't take you
I'm goin' up the river, honey but I can't take you
Nothing up there for a real nice gal to do
From Naches up to Greenville on to the Tennessee line
From Naches up to Greenville right on to the Tennessee line
Mm, when we get in Memphis, everything gonna be fine
Here I am in Kansas city, eighteen, ten five
Here I am in Kansas city, eighteen, ten five
Lord they give you water here, tastes like cherry wine
And I'm going to Chicago, I won't be back 'til fall, lordy lord
I'm going to Chicago, I won't be back 'til fall
Lord if I find my good gal, I won't be back at all
Play the blues, yes
I'm goin' up the river, honey but I can't take you
Nothing up there for a real nice gal to do
From Naches up to Greenville on to the Tennessee line
From Naches up to Greenville right on to the Tennessee line
Mm, when we get in Memphis, everything gonna be fine
Here I am in Kansas city, eighteen, ten five
Here I am in Kansas city, eighteen, ten five
Lord they give you water here, tastes like cherry wine
And I'm going to Chicago, I won't be back 'til fall, lordy lord
I'm going to Chicago, I won't be back 'til fall
Lord if I find my good gal, I won't be back at all
Play the blues, yes
Writer: Donald Christopher Barber
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing