Moon Goin' Down Testo

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.