Now the people down South soon won't have not home Now the people down South soon won't have not home 'Cause this dry spell has parched all their cotton and corn Hard luck's on everybody, ain't missing but a few Hard luck's on everybody, ain't missing but a few Now I've been trying to shower and kind of heavy too? Lord, I fold my arms and I walked away Lord, I fold my arms and I walked away Just like I tell you somebody's got to pray Pork chops forty-five cents a pound, cotton is only 10 Pork chops forty-five cents a pound, cotton is only 10 I can't keep no women, no not one of them So dry old boll weevil turn up his toes and die So dry old boll weevil turn up his toes and die No ain't nothin to do, but bootleg moonshine and rye