B.b. King – Backwater Blues Lyrics

It rained five days, Lord and the clouds turned as dark

as night

It rained five days, and the clouds turned as dark as

night

Lord, that was really enough trouble to make a poor

man, wonder where in the world to go

I got up one mornin’, poor me I couldn’t get even get

out of my door

I got up one mornin’, poor me I couldn’t get even get

out of my door

Lord, that was really enough trouble to make a poor

man, wonder where in the world to go

Now they rowed a little boat, just about five miles

across the farm

Yeah, they rowed a little boat, down about five miles

Lord, I packed up all of my clothes and throwed them in

And I declare they rowed poor old Bill along

Then I went and I stood up on a high, high old lonesome

hill

Yes, I went and I stood up on a high, high old lonesome

hill

Lord, and all I could do was look down on the house,

baby where I used to live

Now it thundered and it lightnin’d, Lord and the wind,

wind began to blow

Now it thundered and it lightnin’d, Lord and the wind,

wind began to blow

Lord, there was thousands and thousands of poor people

At that time didn’t have no place to go