Backwater Blues - B.B. King

It rained five days

The sky has turned black as night

Oh, it rained five days

And the sky has turned black as night

And there’s trouble takin' place

Way down in the lowlands tonight

I woke up this mornin'

And I couldn’t get out of my front door

I woke up this mornin'

And I couldn’t get out of my front door

It was so much trouble

Make a poor man wonder where he wanna go

They rowed a little boat

About five miles 'cross the pond

They rowed a little boat

About five miles 'cross the pond

I packed up all of my things and threw 'em in

Boys and the boat rowed along

I climbed up on the high lonely hill

Oh, I climbed up on the high oh, lonely hill

And I looked down at the house

Baby, where I used to live

Backwater blues caused me

To pack my things and go

The backwater blues caused me

To pack my things and go

'Cause my house fell down

And I can’t live there no more

Yeah, when it’s thunderin' and lightnin'

And the rain begin to pour

When it’s thunderin' and lightnin'

And the wind begin to blow

There are so many poor people

That didn’t have no place to go