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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.
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.