Dry Spell Blues
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The dry spell blues are fallin'
Got me from door to door
Dry spell blues are fallin'
Got me from door to door
Dry spell blues got everybody
On the chilly floor
Now the people down south
Sure won't have a home
Oh, people down south
Sure won't have a home
Well, the dry spell come
Parked old cotton and corn
Pork chop forty-five cents a pound
Cotton is only ten
Pork chop forty-five cents a pound
Cotton is only ten
I can't keep no women
No, no, nowhere I been
So dry old weaver
Tear up his drawers and die
So dry old weaver
Tear up his drawers and die
Ain't nothin' I can do
But wet and shine and ride
Lord, I fooled my own
And I walked her away
Oh, I fooled my own
And I walked her away
Just like I tell you
Somebody's got to pray
Oh Lord, have mercy
Have mercy if you please
Oh Lord, have mercy
Have mercy if you please
Let the rain come down
Give our poor hearts ease