Lee County Flood

The summer wind is blowing westward

over the field of fresh moved hay

Let's go up to the barn loft

lay back and watch the sparrows play

I can see the evening sky

from the holes rusted in the tin

Let's close our eyes and fall asleep

and listen to the storm roll in

It sounded like a thousand horses' hooves

The sound of the pourin' rain on the old tin roof

The clouds were as black as the smoke form the stack

of an old coal-burning train

Lay back and listen to the sound of the pourin' rain

It ain't rained in weeks and now it just won't stop

All the rivers and the creeks

are getting fuller with every drop

If the levee holds it's ground

and keeps that water back

the Mississippi won't reach my little tar-paper shack

Well now the sun shines on the roof

and the moonshine is in the cellar

and what a happy feller I am

to finally see the sun

now that the rain is done

'cause I've had about all I can stand

I can't tell where my pond begins

an where my cornfield ends

The cattle done floated away

'cause the water's up over the fence