Clarksdale Mill Lyrics

The fire truck blocks up the street
Up to the mill door
Blasphemy, blasts like the trampling of feet
Running from the mill door
The preacher watches from the empty seats
As they wander to the mill door
Where were you, where were you
When Clarksdale Mill burned down
Where were you, where were you
When Clarksdale Mill burned down

She's got a job and it's different to yours
It pay more money than, you've ever seen
She's got a nice car though, she can't drive
Where were you, where were you
When Clarksdale Mill burned down
Where were you, where were you
When Clarksdale Mill burned down

The pretty girls,
Wonder what they've done wrong
Everybody, has heard the news
The pretty girls,
Make their way home
Where were you, where were you
When Clarksdale Mill burned down
Where were you, where were you
When Clarksdale Mill burned down