The wolf it howls on the delta plainsnI mistreated my woman and she still feels the samenseen a lantern light through the devil’s eyesntempting a poor boy to come insidenOh I hear that Clarksdale Whistle blowingnnChicago calls like a driving rainnStoval has got me in a ball and chainnseen a lantern light through the devil’s eyesnnothing left to do but get on that train and ridenOh I hear that Clarksdale Whistle blowingnnThe wolf it howls on the delta plainsndrives a lonely man right out of his brainnmy eyes dry up when his fingers crynsometimes the blues can keep a man alivenOh I hear that Clarksdale Whistle blowing