Charley Patton — Moon Going Down

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