Et si Guralnick était une chanson : Delta Blues

Mississippi

        I walk in the Delta blues moove this time  

        Want to go back to Mississippi  

        Going down from the brown river  

        In the cities where time is fixed  

        I feel like going home.
      

      

        Come on  

        baby don't you want to go  

        We'll pass through the streets  

        Which their scaled houses  

        Their mosquito nets on windows  

        And squeaky doors.
      

      

        On the road where the sundown  

        is made of fluorescent colors  

        when the rain will come  

        For maybe this time, take all away :  

        Floating houses, poor people more and more destitute  

        By the country.
      

      

        I went through the Robert's trail  

        Find a stone behind the big old oak  

        But didn't see the dogs of hell  

        I went through the Robert's trail  

        At the crossroads in nowhere.
      

      

        I went back to France  

        But scare I have no home  

        'Til the time still proceed  

        There's no future in Clarksdale  

        nothing but the past lively.