Heavy Water

Delta wind a blowing like a horn man moan
Crying stormy, stormy weather on an old trombone
Yonder dog barking up on that hill, saying if you don't get on boy, then somebody will

Oh my my, oh my my, heavy water coming down

Grab hold to me baby, hold on still
If the levee don't hold us than the spirit will
I ain't heard no thunder, ain't seen no rain since the '27 flood upon the Pontchartrain
Ain't no time for forgiveness, no time for grief
Ain't no time for the magic of that old big chief
Just climb on the hatches, and batten them down, it's forty feet of water to the higher ground

Oh my my, oh my my, heavy water coming down

Where is my maker, where is my grace
Blowing down the river at a breakneck pace
Crying buckets of tears on a helpless ground
With the breath of a lion and a low moaning sound
It was seven long months, dry as a bone, they were praying for the water they were praying for home
There goes my brother, knee deep in flood, well you can't wash away all the soul in his blood

Oh my my, oh my my, heavy water coming down"