Dry Spell Blues‑Part 2
 

It have been so dry : you can make a powderhouse out of the world
Then all the moneymen : like a rattlesnake in his coil

I done throwed up my hands : Lord and solemnly swore
There ain't no need of me changing towns : it's a drought everywhere I go

It's a dry old spell : everywhere I been
I believe to my soul : this old world is about to end

Well I stood in my back yard : wrung my hands and screamed
And I couldn't see nothing : couldn't see nothing green

Oh Lord : have mercy if you please
Let your rain come down : and give our poor hearts ease

These blues these blues : is worthwhile to be heard
For it's very likely : bound to rain somewhere