Lee County Flood

	  		
verse 1 

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 

  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 

  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  

  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