Backwater Blues Joachim Cooder

Backwater's up and the people are running
I'm going up mountains, I'm a-going hunting
Fare you well along, my little darling
Lord, Lord, I ain't that gone

Oh, my love, lonesome road
Oh, my love, lonesome wood

Well, I love you, and you can't help it
You love me and won't confess it
No, you don't know, my darling
Lord, Lord, I ain't that gone

Two little children lying in the bed
The water was rising over their head
Their mother was uptown, but never was found
Lord, Lord, wasn't that sad?
Oh, how bad
Oh, how bad

Oh, my love, lonesome road
Oh, my love, lonesome wood

I heard a man talking to a fеller
Water was a-rising in his cellar
Rising morе, coming through the floor
Lord, Lord open the door