Dry Spell Blues, Part 1

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 floor Now the people down south soon won't have no home Now the people down south soon 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 Oh, 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 women 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