Let the Rain Pour Down

Let the Rain Pour Down is a song from Song of the South.

Lyrics
(Trouble trouble trouble fly away)

Wake up early in the mornin',

When the ding-dong ring, look up

Goin' down to the kitchen room,

It's the same ol' thing

Wanna get a bite of somethin'

For that hungry look, look up

Stick your finger in the dumplin',

Get your trouble with the cook

Let the rain pour down,

Let the cold wind blow

Gonna stay right here

In the home I know

(Trouble trouble trouble fly away)

Havin' trouble with the weevil,

Never did like that, look up

Got the cotton full of evil

Like a hypocrite's hat

When the weevil get the cotton

Everybody feels low, look out

There'll be nothin' on the table

When the dinner horn blow.

Let the rain pour down,

Let the cold wind blow

Gonna stay right here

In the home I know

(Trouble fly away fly away).

When you're achin' with the mis'ry,

And you're old and gray,

(Headin', headin')

Then you'd better be thankful

That He let you stay.

Let you stay to see the children

Playin' 'round your door

(Headin', headin')

For the time is soon a'comin'

When you won't be here no more.

Let the rain pour down,

Let the cold wind blow

Gonna stay right here

In the home I know.