The river ran through Howard County
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It was the life blood of the land
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It make fields of green tobacco
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Aching backs and callused hands
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Mama talked of a coming battle
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That the women folk had to fight
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'Cause the good lord owned the daytime
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But the devil seemed to own the night
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Well, it came up out of nowhere
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From a dark and bitter seed
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It was the roughest kind of roadhouse
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And a most unwanted weed
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It drew the men folk like a magnet
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The women knew what they had to do
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So they put it in the hands of Jesus
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'Cause they knew that he'd come through
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And the rains came and the river swelled
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And the more they prayed the more it fell
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When the levies broke everybody saw
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The awesome power of God
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Then the clouds rolled back and the rainbow came
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To bring a brighter day
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'Cause when the flood hit Howard County
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All the sins were washed away
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Now the mothers tell the story
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Of the week that the river raged
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It's the passing of the wisdom
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To the ears of tender age
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Better walk the straight and narrow
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Better keep a watchful eye
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'Cause there's a symbol of the wrath of Heaven
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In every dark cloud in the sky
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And the rains came and the river swelled
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And the more they prayed the more it fell
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When the levies broke everybody saw
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The awesome power of God
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Then the clouds rolled back and the rainbow came
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To bring a brighter day
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'Cause when the flood hit Howard County
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All the sins were washed away
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The Week The River Raged
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| Sara Evans |
