I often wondered what

It would be like on the Mississippi;

Floating down that river

With not a care in the world.

Hearing the steam boats whistle,

Waving to all the folks aboard.

Remembered stories of some gamblers

That often travelled on these boats.

They carried a hidden pistol,

Just in case someone didn't like

How they shuffled the deck.

They never lost a challenge.

It's getting kind of late now,

So I'll put my dreams away.

But one day I'll sail the Mississippi,

And be the captain of my boat.