Backwater Blues

Backwater Blues - Lead Belly

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 I wonder where she wants 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 the wind begins to blow

It thunders and lightnin' and the wind begins to blow

There's thousands of women

Didn't have no place to go

I went and stood upon some high old lonesome hill

I went and stood upon some high old lonesome hill

Then looked down on the house

Where 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

I can't move no more

I can't move no more

There ain't no place

For a poor old girl to go