faz precisamente hoje vinte e nove anos que dizem ter morrido o senhor mckinley morganfield. 
acho que este é mais um daqueles casos em que a notícia da morte de alguém se revelou prematura: 
muddy waters é necessariamente imortal...




Well I'm goin' away to leave 
Won't be back no more 
Goin' back down south, child 
Don't you want to go? 
Woman I'm troubled, 
I be all worried in mind 
Well baby I just can't be satisfied 
And I just can't keep from cryin'

Well I feel like snapping' 
Pistol in your face 
I'm gonna let some graveyard 
Lord be your resting place 
Woman I'm troubled, 
I be all worried in mind 
Well baby I can never be satisfied 
And I just can't keep from cryin'

Well now all in my sleep 
Hear my doorbell ring 
Looking for my baby 
I couldn't see not a doggone thing 
Woman I was troubled, 
I was all worried in mind 
Well honey I could never be satisfied 
And I just couldn't keep from cryin'

Well I know my little old baby 
She gonna jump and shout 
That old train be late man, Lord 
And I come walking out I be troubled, 
I be all worried in mind 
Well honey ain't no way in the world could we be satisfied 
And I just can't keep from cryin'