A PREACHER PRAYED
A MONTH FOR RAIN
WE'VE BEEN DRY
FOR SEVEN WEEKS
OR MORE
NOW IT AIN'T STOPPED
FOR THIRTEEN DAYS
I GUESS HE GOT
WHAT HE WAS
PRAYIN' FOR
SO GO TELL THE BOYS
IN THE CANYONS
AND GO TELL THE BOYS
AT THE MILL
WE'LL THROW THE SAND
INTO THOSE BAGS
AND FIGHT THIS THING
UNTIL
IT ALL COMES
FLOODIN' DOWN
4 BAR
BREAK
THERE'S NOT MUCH TIME
LEFT WE CAN BUY
THE WATER'S STRONG
AND ON THE RISE
PRETTY SOON
THE DAM WILL YEILD
TO ITS WEIGHT
AND DROWN THE FIELDS
SO GO TELL THE BOYS
IN THE CANYONS
AND GO TELL THE BOYS
AT THE MILL
WE'LL THROW THE SAND
INTO THOSE BAGS
AND FIGHT THIS THING
UNTIL
IT ALL COMES
FLOODIN' DOWN
WHEN THE WATER
COMES
IT TAKES EVERYTHING
YOU KNOW
THE HOUSES
AND THE HARVEST
YOUR SANITY AND SOUL
WITH A MUDDY RUSH
IT'LL BAPTIZE
THIS WHOLE TOWN
WHEN IT ALL COMES
FLOODIN' DOWN
8 BAR
INSTRUMENTAL
BREAK
THE PREACHER'S
ON HIS KNEES AGAIN
HE'S PRAYIN'
FOR THE RAIN TO END
NOW WE DID ALL
THAT WE COULD DO
STILL THE WATER
BROKE ON THROUGH
IT TOOK ALL THE BOYS
IN THE CANYON
IT TOOK ALL THOSE BOYS
FROM THE MILL
WE THREW THE SAND
INTO THOSE BAGS
AND FOUGHT THAT THING
UNTIL
IT ALL CAME
FLOODIN' DOWN
IT ALL CAME
FLOODIN' DOWN
IT ALL CAME
FLOODIN'
DOWN