| Backwater at Blytheville, backed up all around
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| It was fifty families and children come to sink and drown
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| The water was rising up at my friend’s door
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| The man said to his women folk Lord we’d better go The water was risin' got up in my bed
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| I thought I would take a trip, Lord, out on the big ice sled
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| Oh, I can hear, Lord, Lord, water upon my door
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| I couldn’t get no boats there, Marion City gone down
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| So high water was risin' our men sinkin down
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| It was fifty men and children come to sink and drown
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| Oh, Lordy, women and grown men drown
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| I couldn’t see nobody home and was no one to be found |