All Comes Floodin' Down (Brian McComas)

The preacher prayed a month for rain We'd been dry for seven weeks or more Now it ain't stopped for thirteen days I guess he got what he was prayin' for So go tell the boys in the canyon And go tell the boys at the mill We'll throw the sand into those bags And fight this thing until it all comes floodin' down There's not much time left we can buy The water's strong and on the rise Pretty soon the dam will yield To it's weight and drown the fields So go tell the boys in the canyon And go tell the boys at the mill We'll throw the sand into those bags And fight this thing until it all comes floodin' down When the water comes It takes everything you know The houses and the harvest Your sanity and soul With a muddy rush It'll baptize this whole town When it all comes floodin' down The preacher's on his knees again He's prayin' for the rain to end Now we did all that we could do But still the water broke on through It took all the boys in the canyon It took all those boys from the mill Who threw the sand into those bags And fought that thing until it all came floodin' down It all came floodin' down It all came floodin' down