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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Irma Thomas
Irma Thomas
Chant
Paul Bryan
Paul Bryan
Basse
Jay Bellerose
Jay Bellerose
Batterie
Doyle Bramhall II
Doyle Bramhall II
Guitare
Allen Toussaint
Allen Toussaint
Piano
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Kevin Killen
Kevin Killen
Ingénierie de mixage
Joe Henry
Joe Henry
Production
Peter Doris
Peter Doris
Ingénierie de prise de son

Paroles

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
Written by: Bessie Smith
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