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