The angels have been crying a lot here lately
for we've been getting a lot of rain
The puddles and ponds sure are shapely
yard work has been almost in vain.
Dashing in and out of their teardrops
dab a little here and wipe a little there
Tornadoes dance and do flip flops
and there's water, water every where.
Umbrellas are mini tents on the sidewalks
and newspapers are running with the gossip
The wind is blowing we'll have to doubletalk
and the street is wet but we'll have to cross it.
The daytime is like the night time here
for the dark clouds drift over head
A real bad storm is getting near
there's a lot of deep water in the water shed.
Rains been pouring down almost every day
and waters standing every where
even to the tops of our graves
but the dead don't seem to care.
Umbrellas are mini tents on the sidewalks
and newspapers are running with the gossip
The wind is blowing we'll have to doubletalk
and the street is wet but we'll have to cross it.
The angels have been crying a lot here lately
for we've been getting a lot of rain
The puddles and ponds sure are shapely
yard work has been almost in vain.
Dashing in and out of their teardrops
dab a little here and wipe a little there
Tornadoes dance and do flip flops
and there's water, water every where.
Umbrellas are mini tents on the sidewalks
and newspapers are running with the gossip
The wind is blowing we'll have to doubletalk
and the street is wet but we'll have to cross it.
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