Eric Clapton — Hell Hound on My Trail

Got to keep moving, I got to keep moving Blues falling down like hail, blues falling down like hail Mmm, blues falling down like hail, blues falling down like hail And the day keeps on worrying me There's a hellhound on my trail Hellhound on my trail, hellhound on my trail If today was Christmas eve If today was Christmas eve And tomorrow was Christmas day If today was Christmas eve And tomorrow was Christmas day All I'd need is my little sweet rider For to pass the time away, to pass the time away You sprinkled hot foot powder all around my door All around my door You sprinkled hot foot powder all around your daddy's door It keeps me with rambling mind, rider, every old place I go Every old place I go I can tell the wind is rising The leaves trembling on the tree Trembling on the tree I can tell the wind is rising Leaves trembling on the tree All I need is my little sweet woman And to keep my company, hey, hey, hey, hey, my company