Way down in Lula1, hard livin' has done hit
Way down in Lula, hard livin' has done hit
Lord, your drought come an' caught us, an' parched up
all the tree
Aw, she stays over in Lula, bid that ol' town goodbye
Stays in Lula, bidding you the town goodbye
'Fore I would come to know the day, oh, the Lula well
was gone dry
Lord, there're citizens around Lula, aw, was doin' very
well
Citizens around Lula, aw, was doin' very well
Now they're in hard luck together, 'cause rain don't
pour nowhere
I ain't got no money and I sure ain't got no hope
I ain't got no money and I sure ain't got no hope
2...come in, furnished all the cotton and crops
Boy, they tell me the country, Lord, it'll make you cry
Lord, country, Lord, it'll make you cry
Most anybody, Lord, hasn't any water in the bayou3
Lord, the Lula womens, Lord, puttin' Lula young mens
down
Lula men, oh, puttin' Lula men down
Lord, you outta been there, Lord, the womens all
leavin' town
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Note 1: at the time he recorded this song, Patton lived
in Lula, Mississippi;
Note 2: this part of the song is so garbled that even
an attempt at a phonetic transcription is doomed to
fail, the poor sound quality of the recording doesn't
help either;
Note 3: if "bayou" is indeed the rhyme word of this
verse, it's pronounced as "by"
