Oh, I thought I heard my baby cry, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well Thought I heard my baby cry Oh, she cried like she never cried before Thought I heard old Frisco moan Oh, he blowed like he never blowed before Down in Chattanooga, said, hospitality Finest bunch of people in the state of Tennessee Lordy, Lordy, trouble I do see I love some woman, but the fool, she don't love me Down in Chickamauga, Fort Oglethorpe, finest bunch of soldiers that you ever saw Down the Tennesse River, to the lock and dam Looking for my good man, my good man, Sam Late last night, I stole away and cried, Lord, Lord Late last night, I stole away and cried Spoken: Percolate, mama, percolate. You know, that's a good mama, come on now, do your papa right, 'tain't gettin' no lovin' in a long, long time. You know, papa's crazy about them brown eyes, just lay your head over on his shoulder now, mama, and let's, let us percolate one more time Had the blues for Chicago, I couldn't be satisfied Got the blues so bad, gonna leave old Chattanooga town Got the blues so bad, gonna leave old Chattanooga town