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