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When it rained five days |
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And the skies turned dark at night |
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When it rained five days |
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And the skies turned dark at night |
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There was trouble takin' place |
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In the lowland at night |
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I woke up this mornin' |
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Couldn't even get out of my door |
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I woke up this mornin' |
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Couldn't even get out of my door |
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Enough trouble to make a poor woman |
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Wonder where she's gonna go |
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They rowed a little boat |
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About five miles across the farm |
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Said they rowed a little boat |
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About five miles across the farm |
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I packed up all of my clothes, trowed them in |
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And they rowed me along |
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Where it thundered and lightnin' |
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And the wind began to blow |
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Said it thundered and lightnin' |
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And the wind began to blow |
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There was thousands of people |
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They had no place to go |
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I went out and stood up |
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On a high old lonesome hill |
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I went out and stood up |
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On a high old lonesome hill |
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I looked down on the house |
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Where I used to live |
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Back water blues that calls me |
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To pack my things and go |
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Back water blues that calls me |
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To pack my things and go |
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Cause my house fell down |
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And I can't live there no more |
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Ooh, I can't live there no more |
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Ooh, I can't live there no more |
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There ain't no place for a poor woman to go |
