Storm River Rag

Standing on a river bank

Trying to pray away a flood

Once snakeskin boot on dry ground

The other half deep in the mud

Storms have a mind of their own

They don’t allow us a say

Which way the wind decides to blow

Will save us or wash us away

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Nobody knows what tomorrow will bring

Whether we go or stay

Might as well pick up my guitar

Try to chase my worries away

Morning dawns, the devil’s hand

Has left our homes a mess

They tell us help is on the way

But when is anyone’s guess

Today we’re page one headlines

Tomorrow we’ll be yesterday’s news

Day after that, out of sight, out of mind

Maybe remembered for singing the blues

Chorus

Pick up a shovel, pick up a broom

Pick up any tool you can find

The river’s down, the sun is up

There’s clothes hanging on the line

Dance a jig, dance a waltz

Dance with me all night long

Hold me close, don’t let go

Stepping to that beat so strong

Chorus