When the sky turns black..the clouds come 'round
You hear the thunder crack, and the rain starts pourin' down
Load up..move on, Bud..
Ain't a treat to lose your street
To the Mississippi flood..
Not a treat to lose your street
To the Mississippi flood..

Fill them bags..scoop that dirt
Losin' homes can really hurt
Keep on truckin' sands..
Mother nature has big demands
Grab a shovel and a plow..build a wall of mud
River's crestin' forty feet in the Mississippi flood

Weather man will say it,
Devil will obey it
Uncle Sam, he's the man
Send Fema later with assistance plan
Higher taxes, bills me
Either way it kills me
On the road..is the show
With sad faces watchin' water flow..

Well, the sky turns black..the clouds come 'round
Hail will rattle, thunder crack, nasty raindrops comin' down
High time..move on Bud..
Ain't no treat to drag your feet
Thru a Mississippi flood..
Ain't a treat to push your feet
Thru the Mississippi flood..