A Flood On Our Hands
The rivers are swollen, we got a flood on our hands
Get out the buckets and the pots and the pans
Mama put the pictures in the old wooden boat
Billy, get the baby and mama's overcoat
There's high ground at Greene at the old Gristmill Store
We can keep everybody dry if it don't rain no more
We got a flood on our hands
And 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 she's watchin' on the outside tonight
She ain't been herself, since she lost little Dwight
You don't never miss what you ain't got
Till you wake up some morning and you've lost the whole lot
We got a flood on our hands
And the rains gonna keep comin' down
Thank God we're all together, that's all we really need
You can not weather, 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
Some day, we'll look back on everything we had
We got a flood on our hands
And the rains gonna keep comin' down