It have been so dry you can make a powderhouse out of the world

Well it have been so dry you can make a powderhouse out of the world

Then all the moneymen like a rattlesnake in his coil

I done throwed up my hands Lord and solemnly swore

I done throwed up my hands Lord and solemnly swore

There ain't no need of me changing towns it's a drought everywhere I go

It's a dry old spell everywhere I been

Lord it's a dry old spell everywhere I been

I believe to my soul this old world is about to end

Well I stood in my back yard wrung my hands and screamed

I stood in my back yard I wrung my hands and screamed

And I couldn't see nothing couldn't see nothing green

Oh Lord have mercy if you please

Oh Lord have mercy if you please

Let your rain come down and give our poor hearts ease

These blues these blues is worthwhile to be heard

Oh these blues is worthwhile to be heard

For it's very likely bound to rain somewhere