Sinking Sun Blues - Peetie Wheatstraw

The evening sun is beginning to sing low

The evening sun is beginning to sink low

Just a few more hours

Ooo-well-well and I will have to go

Once I was going down the lonesome road

Once I was going down the lonesome road

I met a man, hoo-well-well

And he was bound with heavy load

By then the sun had turned now, the whole world red

By then the sun had turned the whole world red

Poor me didn’t have no place

Ooo-well-well, now to lay my worried head

Darkness fell upon me and I couldn’t hear a sound

Darkness fell upon me and I couldn’t hear a sound

I let fate be my pillow, hoo-well-well

My bed be on the ground

When I think about all the bad deeds I have done

When I think about all the bad deeds I have done

I say to myself, ooo-well-well, I’m no good son-of-a-gun.