My mama always taught me that good things come from adversity if we put our
faith in the
Lord.
We couldn't see much good in the flood waters when they
were causing us to have to
leave home,
But when the water went down, we found that it had washed a load of rich
black
bottom dirt across our land. The following year we had the best cotton crop we'd
ever
had.
I remember hearing:
How high's the water, mama?
Two feet high and
risin'
How high's the water, papa?
Two feet high and risin'
We can make it to the
road in a homemade boat
That's the only thing we got left that'll float
It's already over
all the wheat and the oats,
Two feet high and risin'
How high's the water,
mama?
Three feet high and risin'
How high's the water, papa?
Three feet high and
risin'
Well, the hives are gone,
I've lost my bees
The chickens are sleepin'
In
the willow trees
Cow's in water up past her knees,
Three feet high and risin'
How
high's the water, mama?
Four feet high and risin'
How high's the water, papa?
Four feet
high and risin'
Hey, come look through the window pane,
The bus is comin', gonna take
us to the train
Looks like we'll be blessed with a little more rain,
4 feet high and
risin'
How high's the water, mama?
Five feet high and risin'
How high's the water,
papa?
Five feet high and risin'
Well, the rails are washed out north of town
We
gotta head for higher ground
We can't come back till the water comes down,
Five feet high
and risin'
