A Flood on Our Hands

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 Grene

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