Moon Going Down - Charlie Patton

Ah, the moon is going down baby, sun’s about to shine

Ah, the moon is going down baby, sun’s about to shine

Rosetta Henry told me, «Lord I don’t want you hangin' round.»

Oh well where were you now baby, Clarkdale mill burned down?

Oh well where were you now babe, Clarkdale mill burned down?

(Boy you know where I was)

I was way down’n Sunflower with my face all full of frown

There’s a house over yonder, painted all over green

There’s a house over yonder, painted all over green

(Boy you know I know it’s over there)

Lord the finest young women Lord, a man most ever seen

Lord I think I heard that Taylor whistle, Taylor whistle, Taylor whistle blow

Lord I think I heard that Taylor whistle

(Well now I hear it blowin')

Lord I ain’t gonna stop walkin' 'til I get in my rider’s door

Lord the smokestack is black and the bell it shine like, bell it shine like,

bell it shines like gold

Oh the smokestack is black and the bell it shine like gold

(Cover me boy, you know it looks good to me)

Lord I ain’t gonna walk there, ah, babe ain’t 'round no more

Ah I evil was at midnight, 'til I heard the local blow

I was evil out at night, when I heard the local blow

(Boy it give me the blues…)

I got to see my rider, 'fraid she’s gettin' on board