|: When it rains five days and the sky turns dark as night, :|
there's trouble takin' place in the lowlands at night.
|: I woke up this mornin', can't even get out my door. :|
There's enough trouble to make a poor girl wonder where she wants to go.
|: Backwater blues done caused me to pack my things an' go, :|
'cause my house fell down an' I can't live there no mo'.
|: They rowed a little boat about five miles 'cross the pond, :|
I packed all my things throwed 'em in, an' they rowed me along.
|: When it thunders an' lightnin's an' the wind begins to blow, :|
there's thousands of people ain't got no place to go.