Hell Hound on My Trail Eric Clapton

Got to keep moving, I got to keep moving
Blues falling down like hail, blues falling down like hail
Mmm, blues falling down like hail, blues falling down like hail
And the day keeps on worrying me
There's a hellhound on my trail
Hellhound on my trail, hellhound on my trail

If today was Christmas eve
If today was Christmas eve
And tomorrow was Christmas day
If today was Christmas eve
And tomorrow was Christmas day
All I'd need is my little sweet rider
For to pass the time away, to pass the time away

You sprinkled hot foot powder all around my door
All around my door
You sprinkled hot foot powder all around your daddy's door
It keeps me with rambling mind, rider, every old place I go
Every old place I go

I can tell the wind is rising
The leaves trembling on the tree
Trembling on the tree
I can tell the wind is rising
Leaves trembling on the tree
All I need is my little sweet woman
And to keep my company, hey, hey, hey, hey, my company