| 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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| 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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| (Blue sky) one blue sky |