From Memphis to Clarksdale

I woke up early this morning, went down to the station with my guitar and my suitcase in my hand. Took that Greyhound bus all the way down South that highway 61 to Clarksdale, Mississippi. The mean ol' Greyhound-man left me standin' at the crossroads way out in the cottonfields. Had to flag a ride and take me down to that good ol' juke joint.