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chamilion (The_chamilion)
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Posted on Tuesday, August 30, 2005 - 02:19 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

Five Feet High And Rising
Johnny Cash

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


Walk Softly Through The Desert Sand. Careful Where you Tread. Under Foot of the Visions Lost.
Sleeping Not Yet Dead (HANG ON!) The WInd Starts to Howl! (HANG ON) The Beast is on the Prowl! (HANG ON!) Can you hear the Strange Cry? WInds of Change are blowing by (Grace Slick 1982)

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