The Flood

I inherited this plot of land when Mama's daddy died

This little surveyed piece of Earth is where I spent my life

Rainwater is to cornfields, like whiskey is to men

Just have enough to keep you standing

Too much will do you in

These rainclouds settled in one early winter night

The grey of winter dawn is choking out all the sunlight

The little sandy river, she's drowning in her tears

With her, she'll take my good dirt

And a hundred head of steer

Thе rain keeps on a'falling, as I cry out to my Lord

"Won't you spare this land I've broke my hеart and backbone for?"

Well, he don't give me an answer, as the rain keeps coming down

I'll fight this flood till the bitter end, or He washes me out

Forty days, forty nights

You hear Noah built the Ark

That he rode upon the tide

But Lord, I've got no boat

And i've run out of time

Nothing left to live for

And the last of my kind

The rain keeps on a'falling, as I cry out to my Lord

"Won't you spare this land I've broke my heart and backbone for?"

Well, he don't give me an answer, as the rain keeps coming down

I'll fight this flood till the bitter end, or He washes me out

That muddy water's rising

Lord, I can barely see the fence

It rolls my way like a slow train

Loaded down with death

Son, you can have your share

If she leaves anything behind

Don't bother dragging the river boys

This note is all you'll find

The rain keeps on a'falling, as I cry out to my Lord

"Won't you spare this land I've broke my heart and backbone for?"

Well, he don't give me an answer, as the rain keeps coming down

I'll fight this flood till the bitter end, or He washes me out