A Flood On Our Hands Lyrics - Streets Of Sin - Joe Ely

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 mama's overcoat 

There's high ground at Grene 

At the old Gristmill Store 

We can keep everybody dry 

If it don't rain no more 

We got a flood on our hands 

The rain's 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 she's watchin' 

On the outside tonight 

She ain't been herself 

Since she lost little Dwight 

You don't never miss 

What you ain't got 

'Till you wake up some morning 

And you've lost the whole lot 

We got a flood on our hands 

The rain's gonna keep comin' down 

Thank God we're all together 

That's all we really need 

You can't change the weather 

But you can plant new seed 

No life is spared 

To the ones who blame 

A god without mercy 

Pride without 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 rain's 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 rain's gonna keep comin' down