Classic Poem

When it rained five days and the skies turned dark as night
When it rained five days and the skies turned dark as night
Then trouble taken place, in the lowlands at night

I woke up this morning, can't even get outa my door
I woke up this morning, can't even get outa my door
There's enough trouble to make a poor girl wonder where she want to go

Then they rowed a little boat about five miles 'cross the pond
Then they rowed a little boat about five miles 'cross the pond
I packed all my clothes, throwed 'em in, and they rowed me along

When it thunders and lightning, and the wind begin to blow
When it thunders and lightning, and the wind begin to blow
There's thousands of people, ain't got noplace to go

Then I went and stood up on some high old lonesome hill
Then I went and stood up on some high old lonesome hill
And looked down on the house, where I used to live

Backwater blues done caused me to pack my things and go
Backwater blues done caused me to pack my things and go
'Cause my house fell down and I can't live there no more

Mmmmmmmmmm, I can't move no more
Mmmmmmmmmm, I can't move no more
They ain't no place for a poor old girl to go