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Dear Mr. House, this is a letter from a stranger
Dear Mr. House, I know this letter is not news
It's just a note I write to thank a man who
Came from Lyon near the Yazoo
And played the Delta Blues

I read somewhere that you knew Charley Patton
And so many more now forgotten and gone
And I read that you made records in Wisconsin
Showed your slide to Robert Johnson
And that he took up your song

I had heard that you used to be a preacher
And I've heard the way you played guitar
I wonder now if the one tore up the other
When Willie Brown was like a brother
And you played the country bars

There were blues in Mississippi
There were blues for everyone
There were blues in Mississippi
But they were blues with a rising sun
Blues with a rising sun

In '43 you left that tractor in the delta
And came to work for the NY Central Line
When Willie passed the music didn't matter
So you put away the patter
But it never left your mind

Someone said that you had your share of good times
The good times said that they had their share of you
Me, I say, what I say doesn't matter
But what you did changed the world for good

I know your life wasn't always made of music
I know your life has been so different from my own
When you sang you could rattle all the windows
And take all the things that I know and sing them from your home

With the blues in Mississippi
There were blues for everyone
There were blues in Mississippi
But they were blues with a rising sun (2x)

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