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Thu, 24.09.2009

BACKWATER BLUES by Bessie Smith.

When it rained five days and the skies turned dark as night.
When it rained five days and the skies turned dark as night.
There was trouble taking place in the low-lands at night.

I woke up this morning, wouldn’t even get out of my door.
I woke up this morning, wouldn’t even get out of my door.
Enough trouble to make a poor girl wonder where she gonna go.

They rowed a little boat, about five miles’ cross the farm.
They rowed a little boat, about five miles’ cross the farm.
I packed up all my clothing, throwed it in and they rowed me along.

It thundered and it lightened and the w

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