LITTLE ANNIE VICKERS IS BOARDING UP WINDOWS
HER OLD DOG IS STRANDED ON THE SILOS
HEY THERE ANNIE, DON´T EVEN THINK IT
SO MUCH WATER AND YOU CAN´T EVEN DRINK IT
MAYBE BY CHRISTMAS TEY´LL DIG UP THE ROADS

TAKE WHATEVER YOU CAN GIRL
LEAVE THE REST FOR THE CROWS
LEAVE THE REST FOR THE CROWS
BEEN LIVIN´ IN CRAWFORD FOR FIFTEEN YEARS
NOTHIN´ MUCH EVER HAPPENS ´ROUND HERE
AND NO ONE BELIEVED THE WATER WOULD COME
TIL THE SKY GREW BLACK AND SWALLOWED THE SUN
AND IT RAINED FOR FORTY-TWO NIGHTS AND FORTY-TWO DAYS
AND EVERYTHING WE LOVE IS FLOATIN´ AWAY
HOW LONG TIL OUR DREAMS RUN DRY
DON´T KNOW BUT WE´RE STAYIN´
ON OUR KNEES WE RAISE OUR EYES
HOLDIN´ ON AND PRAYIN´ TO FIND
ONE BLUE SKY
MRS. WILSON SITS WITH THE INSURANCE ADJUSTOR
BIG CITY BOY, SHE NEVER DID TRUST ´EM
HAVE YOU BEEN GETTIN´ THE LETTERS I´M SENDIN´

CAUSE THE PREACHER SWEARS THAT THE WORLD IS ENDING
IF THERE´S A WAY OUT, WISH SOMEONE WOULD SHOW UP
WE KEEP LOOKING ARUND FOR SOME MODERN DAY MOSES
WE´RE DIGGIN´ OUR HEELS IN HARD AS WE CAN
BUT THE BACKYARD LOOKS LIKE THE RIO GRANDE
WOND