On the mighty Mississippi, muddy waters yet today, a legend goes on living, though it's part of yesterday.
She's a great and noble lady, she's a river captain's dream, she's a page-ride out of history, and her name is Delta Queen.
When she runs the Mississippi, watch her paddle wheels go round, see that muddy water splashing on that Louisiana ground.
She's got southern bells a-dancin', prettiest girls you've ever seen, people line the shore to greet her and to board the Delta Queen.
So stoke her, keep on stoke her, call, help me make those paddles roll, this old gal's got a lot of soul, the Delta Queen.
In my mind I still remember olden days of long and lean, of the bondsmen and the gamblers used to ride the Delta Queen.
They're all part of the Delta Queen.

They're all part of the life that's vanished, gone forever from the scene, but it seems I still hear laughter coming from the Delta Queen.
Her engines may be feeble, but her heart is beating still, she remembers seeing Vicksburg standing high up on the hill.
When the southern nights are peaceful, you could hear the banjos ring, up and down the Mississippi, from the decks of Delta Queen.
So stoke her, keep on stoke her, call, help me make those paddles roll, this old gal's got a lot of soul.
The Delta Queen.
So stoke her, keep on stoke her, call, help me make those paddles roll, this old gal's got a lot of soul.
This old gal got a lot of soul, Fidel Tequin.