Dry Spell Blues - Charlie Patton

Way down in Lula, hard livin’has done hit

Way down in Lula, hard livin’has done hit

Lord, your drought come an’caught us, an’parched up all the tree

Aw, she stays over in Lula, bid that ol’town goodbye

Stays in Lula, bidding you the town goodbye

'Fore I would come to know the day, oh, the Lula well was gone dry

Lord, there’re citizens around Lula, aw, was doin’very well

Citizens around Lula, aw, was doin’very well

Now they’re in hard luck together, 'cause rain don’t pour nowhere

I ain’t got no money and I sure ain’t got no hope

I ain’t got no money and I sure ain’t got no hope

…come in, furnished all the cotton and crops

Boy, they tell me the country, Lord, it’ll make you cry

Lord, country, Lord, it’ll make you cry

Most anybody, Lord, hasn’t any water in the bayou

Lord, the Lula womens, Lord, puttin’Lula young mens down

Lula men, oh, puttin’Lula men down

Lord, you outta been there, Lord, the womens all leavin’town