Из альбома: Complete Recorded Works 1925-32, Vol. 5-(1929-30)
Storm is risin’, rain begin to fall.
Storm is risin’, rain begin to fall.
Think some poor people, ain’t got no home at all.
The dark clouds risin,’ trouble in the lowland, I know.
Dark clouds risin,’ trouble in the lowland, I know.
Lord, I wants to leave this old shack, but I’m afraid to go.
It’s been raining in this town, forty days and nights.
Been raining in this town, forty days and nights.
When the world turned dark, knowed there was trouble in the lowlands that night.
Trouble started at midnight and never stop until day.
Trouble started at midnight and never stop until day.
Seen my friends with empty houses, floating down the river all day.
Started to rainin’ on Monday, rained forty days and nights.
Started to rainin’ on Monday, rained forty days and nights.
When the world turns dark, I know there’s trouble in the lowlands that night.
When the wind start to hollerin’, po’ people begin to scream and cry.
When the wind start to hollerin’, po’ people begin to scream and cry.
The water roar like a lion an’ takin’ poor people as they pass by.