Clarksdale Blues

There's trouble at the Silver Moon
But I just play guitar in John Lee Hookers' room
There's trouble at the Silver Moon
But I just play guitar in John Lee Hookers' room
I've been hurting for my baby
Oh, Lord, I pray that I be with her soon

Cotton fields look cold and dead
Got them Clarksdale blues sounds in my head
Cotton fields look cold and dead
Got them Clarksdale blues sounds in my head
I'm gonna visit old Bob Johnsons' grave
I'm gonna play the blues until it turns red



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Writer(s): Goeran Karl Pettersson
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