From where I stand it looks like rain off the coast of Louisiana
It's gonna get bad and wet all the way up to Atlanta
Run tell Mama "Here comes the storm"
And put on your fighting shoes
The levee's gonna break, the bottom's gonna flood
And that'll get ya some Delta Blues
It might be the Devil playing a little game
I'm so tired of this old rain
I need a little somethin' to ease the pain
Oh Lord, have a little mercy on the sugar cane
If the world was the way it was, no God would be required
The woman, she comes along and somethin' is to be desired
Ain't a lot of prayin' goin' on in the houses down on St. LaRue
It's the money for the bump and grind, that'll get ya some Delta Blues
It might be the Devil playing a little game
I'm so tired of this old rain
I need a little somethin' to ease the pain
Oh Lord, have a little mercy on the sugar cane
I heard it told, I didn't see it myself, I guess it could be a lie
I come to believe it's the gospel truth, so help my hope to die
If you want a little more of what this old worlds got, ya don't care what ya lose
Go down to the crossroads and make a little deal and get you some Delta Blues
It might be the Devil playing a little game
I'm so tired of this old rain
I need a little somethin' to ease the pain
Oh Lord, have a little mercy on the sugar cane
