A Little Rain Will Do
written by Greg Jacobs
As sung by T R Munday

There was powder dust on the section line road
Like flour spilled on the kitchen floor
It ain't rained since early spring
Over a hundred and thirty days or more

That little pond at the foot of the hill
It was drier than a July wind
Loaded up the cows and we took 'em to town
Brought nothin' took 'em home again

It was dry in nineteen-thirty
It was dry in thirty-two
I don't need a New Deal handout
A little rain will do

My grandpa set beneath the shade of a post oak
Pulled out his watch and he looked at the sky
Wondered out loud will it ever rain
I can't remember when it was this dry

He looked at his wife and his dusty children
And he pondered the fate of a farmin' man
You make a crop and it ain't worth nothin'
Next year the weather got him again

It was dry in nineteen-thirty
It was dry in thirty-two
I don't need a New Deal handout no
A little rain will do

Well my grandpa said that Hoover tried to starve them to death
Just because they were poor
They held on to one another
One another's all they had before

He finally gave and swallowed his pride
Made a mark for credit at the general store
Cost a penny a pound for cotton
The next year it cost two cents more

It was dry in nineteen-thirty
It was dry in thirty-two
I don't need a New Deal handout
A little rain will do

Well he told me once you better stick to your business
Don't be drinkin' and actin' the fool
I spent the best years of my life
Lookin' at the backside of a mule

And he told me once you better get you some schoolin'
Take a look at me and these calloused hands
Don't forget where you were raised boy
Keep yourself a tie to the land

It was dry in nineteen-thirty
It was dry in thirty-two
I don't need a New Deal handout
A little rain will do

No I don't need a New Deal handout
A little rain will do