Moon Going Down

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 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 shine 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
 Aw, 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