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