Moon Going Down Lyrics - Charley Patton

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