Backwater Blues

It rained five days

And the sky has turned black as night

It rained five days

And the sky has turned black as night

And there's trouble taking place

Way down in the lowlands tonight

I woke up this morning

And I couldn't get out of my front door

I woke up this morning

And I couldn't get out of my front door

It was so much trouble

Make a poor man wonder

Where he wanna go

They rowed a little boat

About five miles cross the pond

They rowed a little boat

About five miles cross the pond

I packed up all of my things and threw em in

Boys and the boat rowed along

I climbed up on the high lonely hill

Oh I climbed up on the high oh lonely hill

And I looked down at the house

Baby where I used to live

Backwater blues caused me

To pack my things and go