Dry Spell Blues Part I - Son House

The dry spell blues have fallen drive me from door to door

Dry spell blues have fallen drive me from door to door

The dry spell blues have put everybody on the killing flood

Now the people down south sure won’t have no home

Now the people down south sure won’t have no home

Because the dry spell have parched all this cotton and corn

Hard luck’s on everybody and many people are blue

Hard luck’s on everybody and many people are blue

Now besides the shower ain’t got no help for you

Lord, I fold my arms and I walked away

Lord, I fold my arms and I walked away

Just like I tell you somebody’s got to pay

Pork chops forty-five cents a pound cotton is only ten

Pork chops forty-five cents a pound cotton is only ten

I can’t keep no woman no, no, nowhere I been

So dry old boll weevil turned up his toes and died

So dry old boll weevil turned up his toes and died

Now ain’t nothing to do bootleg moonshine and rye