Moors & McCumber - Raining Down in Georgia

It was raining down in Georgia
The first week of the fall
The river started risin'
Beneath the fury of the squall
And the levee that they built back in the spring of '81
Started lookin' like it wouldn't hold
When all was said and done
Well every able bodied child, every woman, every man
Fought throughout the night to try to fill the bags of sand
When they saw what they were up against at the early crack of dawn
They knew that it was time run
Because the water gives us life
The water takes away
The water of baptizing may save
When it gets a risin' it's a highway to the grave
Stubborn Stephen Jackson
And the widow Ida Brown
Were hell bent and determined
To stand and hold their ground
When all of everybody else evacuated town
They stayed behind and now it's almost certain that they drowned
Because the water gives us life
Water takes away
Water of baptizing may save
When it gets a risin' it's a highway to the grave
When the water had subsided they waded through the mud
To find that everything they owned was swallowed by the flood
The tavern, the steeple, their way of life was gone
The only home they'd known
Because the water gives us life
Water takes away
Water of baptizing may save
When it gets a rising it's a highway to the grave
They held a little vigil that September afternoon
Trading tales about the places the waters had consumed
They swore they'd find a way to resurrect their sodden town
Well, they prayed for Stephen Jackson, for Mrs. Ida Brown
Because the water gives us life
Water takes away
Water of baptizing may save
When it gets a risin' it's a highway to the grave
Water gives us life
Water takes away
Water of baptizing may save
When it gets a risin' it's a highway to the grave

Written by:
James Moors, Kevin DeForrest, Kort McCumber

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