Lyrics:

Aw, the moon is going down baby, sun's about to shine
Aw, the moon's 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, Clarksdale mill burned down?
Oh well, where were you now babe, Clarksdale mill burned down?
(Boy, you know where I were)
I were 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…