Miss Ferris - John Hartford

Lyricist：John Hartford

Composer：John Hartford

Now I had a teacher when I went to school

She loved the river and she taught about it too

I'm a pretty bad boy but she called my bluff

With her great big collection of steamboat stuff

She had log books and bells and the things like that

And she knew the old captains and where they were at

She rode the alabama and the gordon C green

As the cape giraudoux she was later renamed uh huh

But her very favorite as you all know

Was the golden eagle captain buck's old boat

This old stern wheeler sank and went to heaven

When I was in the fourth grade

In nineteen forty seven

Well now fast people in St Louis society

A takin a trip on the Mississippi

Sleepin in their bunks after an after dinner drink

They didn't think the boat would sink oh no

Well I know captain buck was a very sad man

When that old wooden hull went into the sand

And Miss Ferris was sad for sure

But immediately her mind went to work oh yeah

Well she did some politicking that was tricky and hard

And she got the pilot house for the schoolhouse yard

And so instead of studying I became a dreamer

Dreaming 'bout boats and the Mississippi river

I had to work real hard to get to work done

'Cause you could not fool Miis Ferris none

And if I went to sleep or

I were not supposed to talk

Oh she was a dead shot with

A little piece of chalk uh huh

Oh me oh my how the time does fly

Time and the river keep a rollin on by

Now I am not a student and sh is not a teacher

But we both still love the Mississippi river

Well I went to see her this Christmas last

We took a little trip back through the past

On the easy rocker we looked at pictures

And we dreamed our dreams of the Mississippi river

Oh me oh my how the time does fly

Time and the river keep a rollin on by

Now I am not a student and she is not a teacher

But we both still love the Mississippi river uh huh