Letras
Well, I was born down in Clarksdale
Lived there since my birth
Well, there's a magic in the music
Must be something dirt
There's a drug store on the corner
Where Robert Johnson used to play
Well, there's something in the dirt
Make Mr. Johnson moan that way
Well, I played my first gig
At a place called Red's
Eleven years old, sneaking out of bed
Didn't know it then
But I understand it now
There's something in this dirt
And I'm tryna figure it out
I played my first gig
At a place called Red's
Eleven years old, sneaking out of bed
Didn't know it then, but I understand it now
There's something in the dirt
And I'm tryna figure it out
I got a cotton in my backyard
Sun is always shining bright
Well, there's something in the dirt
That keeps it hot at night
Well, I'm right here
Next to the levee
Right in front of my house
Well, there's something in the dirt
That keeps the water out