Lyrics Dry Spell Blues, Pt. 1 - Son House
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,
sure
won't
have
no
home
Now
the
people
down
south,
sure
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
Lord,
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
woman,
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
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