Dry Spell Blues: Part 2 Songtext

von Charley Patton

It have been so dry you can make a powderhouse out of the world
Well, it have been so dry you can make a powderhouse out of the world
Then all the moneymen like a rattlesnake in his coil

I done throwed up my hands, Lord, and solemnly swore
I done throwed up my hands, Lord, and solemnly swore
There ain't no need of me changing towns, it's a drought everywhere I go

It's a dry old spell everywhere I been
Lord, it's a dry old spell everywhere I been
I believe to my soul this old world is about to end

Well I stood in my back yard, wrung my hands and screamed
I stood in my back yard, I wrung my hands and screamed
And I couldn't see nothing, couldn't see nothing green

Oh Lord have mercy if you please
Oh Lord have mercy if you please
Let your rain come down and give our poor hearts ease

These blues, these blues is worthwhile to be heard
Oh, these blues is worthwhile to be heard
For it's very likely bound to rain somewhere