Little Annie Vickers is boarding up windows
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And a rows all get stranded on a silos
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Hey, there Annie, don't even think it
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So much water and you can't even drink it
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Well, maybe by Christmas they'll dig up the rows
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Take whatever you can, girl, and leave the rest for the crows
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Leave the rest for the crows
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Living in Crawford for fifteen years
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Nothing much ever happens round here
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And, no one believed the water would come
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Til the sky grew dark and it swallowed the sun
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And it rained for forty-two nights and forty-two days
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And everything that we love is floating away
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How long til our dreams run dry
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Don't know but we're staying
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On our knees we raise our eyes
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Holding on and praying to find one blue sky
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Mrs Wilson sits with an insurance adjuster
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Big city boy, she never did trust him
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Have you been getting the letters I'm sending
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Cause the preacher swears that the world is ending
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Well, if there's a way out, wish someone would show us
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We keep looking around here for some modern day Moses
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How long til our dreams run dry
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Don't know but we're staying
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On our knees we raise our eyes
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Holding on and praying to find one blue sky
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We will dig in our heels hard as we can
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But the backyard looks like the Rio Grande
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And I wonder will it wash us clean or wash us away
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How long til our dreams run dry
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Don't know but we're staying
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On our knees we raise our eyes
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Holding on and praying to find one blue sky
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(How long til our dreams run dry)
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(Don't know but we're staying)
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On our knees we raise our eyes
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Holding on and praying to find one blue sky
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(Blue sky) one blue sky
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One Blue Sky
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