Moon Goin' Down


Oh well, where were you now, baby,
Clarksdale mill burned down
Oh well, where were you now, baby,
Clarksdale mill burned down
I were way down Sunflower,
With my face all fulla frowns

Lord, I think I heard the Helena whistle,
Helena whistle,
Helena whistle blow
Lord, I ain't gonna stop walkin'
Till I get in my rider's door







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