Songtexte Dry Spell Blues - Part 1 - Skip James

The dice fell to the floor
Just flip from door to door
Dice fell to the floor
Just flip from door to door
The dice fell to the floor
Everybody on their tender and poor

Now the people down south
You won't have no home
Oh, the people down south
You won't have no home
'Cause the dice fell out
My soul is coming and gone

I looked on everybody
Ain't missing for a few
I looked on everybody
Ain't missing for a few
Now besides the shower
Ain't gonna have a due

Don't die for my all
And I won't go away
Oh, for my all
Don't I won't go away
Just like I tell you
Somebody's got to pay

Coke's just forty-five cents a pound
Cotton is only a ten
Coke's just forty-five cents a pound
Cotton is only a ten
I can't keep no women
No, no, no more than

Go down, boy, we go
Turn up your shoes and die
Go down, boy, we go
Turn up your shoes and die
Now nothing to do
You let me down and ride