Creek’s a gonna rise and the nag’s gonna foal 
Dust in the field gonna give up gold
Empty kitchen gonna run with children 
Hungry baby gonna eat her filling

River and the levee gonna reach the top
I’m gonna stay up late, I’m gonna hear them pop
Make a little music till we reap them crops
We’ll be dancing in the house tonight

Prayed for rain and then we got much better
This old town will never see bad weather

The land turned gray, not a cloud was coming 
Been a long time since the bees been humming
Preacher man said we gotta get down doing
Work with God or we will come to ruin

All the people come and all the work shut down
All the people come running from miles around
All we had to do was hold a big hoedown
And we’re singing like it’s already done

Prayed for rain about noon on Sunday 
Swam to church to thank the Lord on Monday