Back Water Blues

Back Water Blues - Bessie Smith

Written by：Smith

When it rains five days and the skies turn dark as night

When it rains five days and the skies turn dark as night

Then trouble's takin' place in the lowlands at night

I woke up this mornin' can't even get out of my door

I woke up this mornin' can't

Even get out of my door

There's been enough trouble to make

A poor girl wonderwhere she want to go

Then they rowed a little boat about

Five miles 'Cross the pond

Then they rowed a little boat about five miles 'Cross the pond

I packed all my clothes throwed

Them in and they rowed me along

It thunders and lightnin'

And when the wind begins to blow

When it thunders and lightnin' and

The wind begins to blow

There's thousands of people ain't got no place to go

Then I went and stood upon some high old lonesome hill

Then I went and stood upon some high old lonesome hill

Then looked down on the house were I used to live

Backwater blues done call me to pack my things and go

Backwater blues done call me to pack my things and go

'Cause my house fell down and I can't live there no more

Mmm I can't move no more

Mmm I can't move no more

Ain't no place for a poor old girl to go