| Ah, the moon is going down baby, sun’s about to shine
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| Ah, the moon is going down baby, sun’s about to shine
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| Rosetta Henry told me, «Lord I don’t want you hangin' round.»
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| Oh well where were you now baby, Clarkdale mill burned down?
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| Oh well where were you now babe, Clarkdale mill burned down?
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| (Boy you know where I was)
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| I was way down’n Sunflower with my face all full of frown
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| There’s a house over yonder, painted all over green
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| There’s a house over yonder, painted all over green
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| (Boy you know I know it’s over there)
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| Lord the finest young women Lord, a man most ever seen
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| Lord I think I heard that Taylor whistle, Taylor whistle, Taylor whistle blow
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| Lord I think I heard that Taylor whistle
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| (Well now I hear it blowin')
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| Lord I ain’t gonna stop walkin' 'til I get in my rider’s door
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| Lord the smokestack is black and the bell it shine like, bell it shine like,
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| bell it shines like gold
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| Oh the smokestack is black and the bell it shine like gold
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| (Cover me boy, you know it looks good to me)
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| Lord I ain’t gonna walk there, ah, babe ain’t 'round no more
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| Ah I evil was at midnight, 'til I heard the local blow
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| I was evil out at night, when I heard the local blow
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| (Boy it give me the blues…)
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| I got to see my rider, 'fraid she’s gettin' on board |