| It have been so dry you can make a powderhouse out of the world
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| Well, it have been so dry you can make a powderhouse out of the world
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| Then all the moneymen like a rattlesnake in his coil
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| I done throwed up my hands, Lord, and solemnly swore
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| I done throwed up my hands, Lord, and solemnly swore
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| There ain’t no need of me changing towns, it’s a drought everywhere I go
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| It’s a dry old spell everywhere I been
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| Lord, it’s a dry old spell everywhere I been
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| I believe to my soul this old world is about to end
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| Well I stood in my back yard, wrung my hands and screamed
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| I stood in my back yard, I wrung my hands and screamed
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| And I couldn’t see nothing, couldn’t see nothing green
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| Oh Lord have mercy if you please
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| Oh Lord have mercy if you please
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| Let your rain come down and give our poor hearts ease
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| These blues, these blues is worthwhile to be heard
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| Oh, these blues is worthwhile to be heard
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| For it’s very likely bound to rain somewhere |