| The dry spell blues have fallen drive me from door to door
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| Dry spell blues have fallen drive me from door to door
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| The dry spell blues have put everybody on the killing flood
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| Now the people down south sure won’t have no home
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| Now the people down south sure won’t have no home
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| Because the dry spell have parched all this cotton and corn
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| Hard luck’s on everybody and many people are blue
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| Hard luck’s on everybody and many people are blue
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| Now besides the shower ain’t got no help for you
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| Lord, I fold my arms and I walked away
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| Lord, I fold my arms and I walked away
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| Just like I tell you somebody’s got to pay
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| Pork chops forty-five cents a pound cotton is only ten
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| Pork chops forty-five cents a pound cotton is only ten
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| I can’t keep no woman no, no, nowhere I been
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| So dry old boll weevil turned up his toes and died
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| So dry old boll weevil turned up his toes and died
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| Now ain’t nothing to do bootleg moonshine and rye |