BACKWATER BLUES by Bessie Smith.

When it rained five days and the skies turned dark as night.
When it rained five days and the skies turned dark as night.
There was trouble taking place in the low-lands at night.

I woke up this morning, wouldn’t even get out of my door.
I woke up this morning, wouldn’t even get out of my door.
Enough trouble to make a poor girl wonder where she gonna go.

They rowed a little boat, about five miles’ cross the farm.
They rowed a little boat, about five miles’ cross the farm.
I packed up all my clothing, throwed it in and they rowed me along.

It thundered and it lightened and the winds began to blow.
It thundered and it lightened and the winds began to blow.
There was a thousand women, didn’t have no place to go.

I went out to the lonesome, high old lonesome hill.
I went out to the lonesome, high old lonesome hill.
I looked down on the old house, where I used to live.

Backwater blues have caused me to pack my things and go.
Backwater blues have caused me to pack my things and go.
‘Cause my house fell down and I can’t live there no more.

Mmm, I can’t live there no more.
Mmm, I can’t live there no more.
And there ain’t no place for a poor girl to go….

Copyright 1927, Frank Music Corp.

Reference: Bessie Smith

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