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Oh the moon is going down : baby sun's about to shine
Rosetta Henry told me Lord : I don't want you hanging around
Oh well where were you now baby : Clarksdale mill burned down
I was way down Sunflower : with my face all full of frowns
There's a house over yonder : painted all over green
Some of the finest young women : Lord a man most ever seen
Lord I think I heard : that Helena whistle Helena whistle Helena whistle blow
Lord I ain't going to stop walking : till I get in my rider's door
Oh the smokestack is black : and the bell it shine like gold
Lord I ain't going to walk here : baby around no more
I was out at night : when I heard the loco blow
I got to see my rider : where she's getting her dough
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