Tourists of the Delta

She left in a hurry, she left in a huff

Bought her a ticket on a Greyhound Bus

She was goin' down south, her life to redeem

She left the truth in search of a dream

And she was right, and she was wrong

Gambling it all on the words of a song

She looked out the window, what did she see

That mile-wide river flowin' to the sea

And she heard voices on the breeze

Saying,

    Baby, don't you know the way?

    Baby, don't you know the way?

    Did you come to visit

    Or, baby, did you come to stay?

Guitars clash, talkin' trash

Get you a taste of the secret stash

The folks back home would never understand

A razor ball and a mojo hand

Strychnine coffee and a murderer's yarn

He died right here in this barn

Well you don't need no souvenirs

Just open your eyes and open your ears

And hear those voices on the breeze

Sayin',

    Baby, don't you know the way?

    Baby, don't you know the way?

    Did you come to visit

    Or, baby, did you come to stay?

    Baby, don't you know the way?

    Baby, don't you know the way?

    Did you come to visit

    Or, baby, did you come to stay?

He set up shop on the side of the tracks

Turned on his machine to cut some wax

They came from the towns, they came from the fields

With one-string boxes and National steels

And they played past dusk, they played past dawn

He said one day this will all be gone

Well blues get sick but blues don't die

And you're the one's got to make up your mind

When you hear those voices on the breeze

Saying

    Baby, don't you know the way?

    Baby, don't you know the way?

    Did you come to visit

    Or, baby, did you come to stay?

    Baby, don't you know the way?

    Baby, don't you know the way?

    Did you come to visit

    Or, baby, did you come to stay?

    Baby, don't you know the way?

    Baby, don't you know the way?

    Did you come to visit

    Or, baby, did you come to stay?