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The rivers are swollen
We got a flood on our hands
Get out the buckets
and the pots and pans
Mama put the pictures
In the old wooden boat
Billy get the baby
And mamas overcoat
Theres high ground at Gruene
At the old Gristmill Store
We can keep everybody dry
if it dont rain no more
We got a Flood on Our Hands
The rains gonna keep comin down
Has anybody talked to sister
Since the lines went down?
She spent the night with Mandy
On the low side of town
I do hope shes watchin
On the outside tonight
She aint been herself
Since she lost little Dwight
You dont never miss
What you aint got
Till you wake up some morning
And youve lost the whole lot
We got a Flood on Our Hands
The rains gonna keep comin down
Thank God were all together
Thats all we really need
You cant change the weather
But you can plant new seed
No life is spared
To the ones who blame
A God with out mercy,
Pride with out Shame
Like Noah of old
Was put to the test
To see if his faith
Was deeper than the rest
We got a Flood on Our Hands
And the Rains gonna keep Comin Down
Mama get the Shotgun
And the pictures of dad
Someday well look back
On everything we had
We got a Flood on Our Hands
The rains gonna keep comin down
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