| Oh, that moon go down baby, Clarksdale sun about to shine
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| Oh, that moon go down baby, Clarksdale sun about to shine
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| Rosetta Henry told me, «don't want you hanging round no more»
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| Oh, where were you now baby? |
| Clarksdale mill burned down
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| Oh, where were you now baby? |
| Clarksdale mill burned down
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| I was way down in Sunflower with my face full of frown
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| Ah, there’s a house over yonder, no it wasn’t painted all over green
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| Yeah, there’s a house over yonder, no it wasn’t painted all over green
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| They got the pretty young women, yeah, a poor boy ever seen
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| I believe I hear Helena whistle blow
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| I believe I hear Helena whistle blow
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| Well, I ain’t gonna stop walking till I get in my rider’s door
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| Yeah, that smokestack is black and that bell, it shine like gold
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| Oh, that smokestack is black and that bell, it shine like gold
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| Lord, I ain’t gonna walk here, Lord, tarry around no more
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| Oh hey, evil was that midnight when I hear that local blow
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| Aw, was evil that midnight when I hear that local blow
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| I got to see my little rider when she getting on board
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| Yeah, that moon go down baby, Clarksdale sun about to shine
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| Clarksdale sun about to shine |