juke joint junior rolling down highway 61
gonna find out where it's all coming from
the blues mobile packed,camping gear and all
thinking,if i meet some red hot mamma,i might not come back till fall.

lots of friends to visit,some dead some alive
pays his respects,then get on with the jive.
driving into the backwoods guessing, which way or that,
just never know where those juke joints are at.
down to moorhead where the southern crosses the dawg,
gazing at that johnny russell sign would put my head in a fog!


rolling into rolling fork to see its pride and joy
then into indianola for that b.b. king blues boy.
don't forget the fishfrys on sunday nights
beware of rednecks and those bullet hole cat fights.

cotton fields, fried pig ears and mr. t-model ford
white lightnin,the pink palace, who would get bored?
barbecues, blues festivals and pabst blue ribbon,
man, just reading about it makes me feel close to heaven

so if you see the bluesmobile coming,
stop junior and say (with a cold brew) HELLO
i have a hunch if you flash some cash, hell, he just might let you go!