Lee County Flood

William Elliott Whitmore

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Tom:
D The summer wind is blowing westward
A over the field of fresh mowed hay Let's go up to the barn loft
D lay back and watch the sparrows play I can see the evening sky
A from the holes rusted in the tin Let's close our eyes and fall asleep
D and listen to the storm roll in [Chorus]
G D It sounded like a thousand horses' hooves
A The sound of the pourin' rain on the old tin roof
G The clouds were as black as the smoke from the stack
D of an old coal-burning train
D A D A D Lay back and listen to the sound of the pourin' rain [Verse 2]
D It ain't rained in weeks
A and now it just won't stop All the rivers and the creeks
D are getting fuller with every drop If the levee holds it's ground
A and keeps that water back the Mississippi won't reach my
D little tar-paper shack [Chorus]
G D It sounded like a thousand horses' hooves
A The sound of the pourin' rain on the old tin roof
G The clouds were as black as the smoke from the stack
D of an old coal-burning train
D A D A D Lay back and listen to the sound of the pourin' rain [Verse 3]
D Well now the sun shines on the roof and the moonshine is in the cellar
A and what a happy fella I am to finally see the sun now that the rain is done
D 'cause I've had about all I can stand I can't tell where my pond begins
A an where my cornfield ends The cattle done floated away
D 'cause the water's up over the fence [Chorus]
G D It sounded like a thousand horses' hooves
A The sound of the pourin' rain on the old tin roof
G The clouds were as black as the smoke from the stack
D of an old coal-burning train
D A D A D Lay back and listen to the sound of the pourin' rain
D A D A D Lay back and listen to the sound of the pourin' rain
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Composição: William Elliott Whitmore

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