this is a letter from a stranger
I know this letter is not news
It's just a note I write to
Came from Lyon near the Yazoo
And played the Delta blues
Showed your slide to Robert Johnson
That he took up your song
I had heard that you used
When Willie Brown was like a brother
He played the country bar
They were blues with a rising sun
In 43, you left that tractor in the Delta
so you put away the patter,
but it never left your mind.
Or someone said that you had
your share of good times.
The good times said that they
Me I say what I say doesn't matter
I know your life has been so
you could rattle all the windows
And take all the things that I know
And sing them from your home
With the blues in Mississippi
There were blues for everyone.
There were blues in Mississippi,
but they were blues with a rising sun.