When it rains five days and the sky turns black as night
When it rains five days and the sky turns black as night, yeah
You know there's gonna be trouble in the lowlands
And everything ain't right

They rowed a little boat about five miles across the pond
I said they rowed a little boat about five miles across the pond
Well I packed up all my clothes and threw 'em in and rowed me right along

Now when it thunders and it lightnings and the wind begins to blow
When it thunders and it lightnings and the wind begins to blow
Lord it makes you think about those people who ain't got no place to go

Well I went and I stood on a high old lonesome hill
Said I went and I stood on a high old lonesome hill
I looked down with tears in my eyes on a house where I used to live

Somebody tell me, where's a poor girl like me to go
'Cause I'm tired and I don't feel like movin' no more
But if I ever get on my feet again
I'm gonna be lucky sowing salt

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Writer(s): Bessie Smith