| When it rained five days
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| And the skies turned dark at night
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| When it rained five days
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| And the skies turned dark at night
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| There was trouble takin' place
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| In the lowland at night
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| I woke up this mornin'
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| Couldn’t even get out of my door
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| I woke up this mornin'
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| Couldn’t even get out of my door
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| Enough trouble to make a poor woman
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| Wonder where she’s gonna go They rowed a little boat
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| About five miles across the farm
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| Said they rowed a little boat
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| About five miles across the farm
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| I packed up all of my clothes, trowed them in And they rowed me along
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| Where it thundered and lightnin'
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| And the wind began to blow
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| Said it thundered and lightnin'
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| And the wind began to blow
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| There was thousands of people
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| They had no place to go
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| I went out and stood up On a high old lonesome hill
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| I went out and stood up On a high old lonesome hill
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| I looked down on the house
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| Where I used to live
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| Back water blues that calls me To pack my things and go Back water blues that calls me To pack my things and go Cause my house fell down
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| And I can’t live there no more
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| Ooh, I can’t live there no more
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| Ooh, I can’t live there no more
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| There ain’t no place for a poor woman to go |