Lyrics

There's 13 mean old bastards all just sitting 'round a stove
Bitching 'bout the government and spitting that black tobacco,
Well I was raised in the mountains but I've been working here in town
But I ain't had a good night's sleep since they drove old Dixie down

Chorus:
Whooooa-Ohhhhh-Ohhhh
Trouble in mind
It's a long night in Clarksdale
It gets longer all the time

Well the river's getting low there's fish just rotting in the heat
And the summer he means business see him strutting down the street
Now there's beer cans and old car parts and young girls all around
But I'm dirty, broken, out of cash, all my best lines been shot down

Chorus:
Whooooa-Ohhhhh-Ohhhh
Trouble in mind
It's a long night in Clarksdale
It gets longer all the time

Well I'm selling this scrap metal to old junkyard Jim Dupree
Yea I might be up in the pink someday if he'd just pick on up for free
But there's no reason for forgiveness there's no call to wonder why
So if you see me at the station well there's no need to say good bye


Chorus:
Whooooa-Ohhhhh-Ohhhh
Trouble in mind
It's a long night in Clarksdale
It gets longer all the time