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
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