Son House - Dry Spell Blues (version 2) Lyrics

Now the people down South soon won't have not home
Now the people down South soon won't have not home
'Cause this dry spell has parched all their cotton and corn
Hard luck's on everybody, ain't missing but a few
Hard luck's on everybody, ain't missing but a few
Now I've been trying to shower and kind of heavy too?
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 pray
Pork chops forty-five cents a pound, cotton is only 10
Pork chops forty-five cents a pound, cotton is only 10
I can't keep no women, no not one of them
So dry old boll weevil turn up his toes and die
So dry old boll weevil turn up his toes and die
No ain't nothin to do, but bootleg
moonshine
and rye