Dry Spell Blues (Part 1)

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