Back Water Blues (Live At Newport Jazz Festival, 1958) - Dinah Washington

When it rained five days And the skies turned dark at night When it rained five days And the skies turned dark at night There was trouble takin' place In the lowland at night I woke up this mornin' Couldn't even get out of my door I woke up this mornin' Couldn't even get out of my door Enough trouble to make a poor woman Wonder where she's gonna go They rowed a little boat About five miles across the farm Said they rowed a little boat About five miles across the farm I packed up all of my clothes, trowed them in And they rowed me along Where it thundered and lightnin' And the wind began to blow Said it thundered and lightnin' And the wind began to blow There was thousands of people They had no place to go I went out and stood up On a high old lonesome hill I went out and stood up On a high old lonesome hill I looked down on the house Where I used to live Back water blues that calls me To pack my things and go Back water blues that calls me To pack my things and go Cause my house fell down And I can't live there no more Ooh, I can't live there no more Ooh, I can't live there no more There ain't no place for a poor woman to go