Mildred was a looker from the rich side of town
She had her eyes set on me
I was a picker in a West Memphis lounge
and champagne ain't my cup of tea
I must've had something that she couldn't buy
She loved the music I'd play
She want to make me something I ain't
But this boy just could not be made

And Monroe, Louisiana is a beer drinking town
Still got some friends there that won't let me down
They've heard me fiddle and they've heard me sing
I'm going back to Monroe, where Gatemouth's the king
and money don't mean a thing..

Sitting on a suitcase in the Memphis depot
Wishing to God I could fly
Catching this train is my way of telling
Memphis and Mildred goodbye

And Monroe, Louisiana is a beer drinking town
Still got some friends there that won't let me down
They've heard me fiddle and they've heard me sing
I'm going back to Monroe, where Gatemouth's the king
and money don't mean a thing..
And Monroe, Louisiana is a beer drinking town
Still got some friends there that won't let me down
They've heard me fiddle and they've heard me sing
I'm going back to Monroe, where Gatemouth's the king
and money, Memphis, Mildred don't mean a thing..
Monroe, Louisiana is a beer drinking town.