| There was a bad cloud in the north
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| When I woke up this morning
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| And to tell y’all the truth
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| I was feeling kind of bad myself
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| I walked out on the porch
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| And the day was a-dawning
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| It was such a blue day
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| That I wished I just stayed in bed
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| I heard the treefrogs calling
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| And then the rain started falling down
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| On Beouf River Road
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| I looked up the dirt road
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| Lord and the water was rising
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| I’d seen the rain upon the water
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| And the little man dancing
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| My daddy said y’all better get your things together
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| 'Cause old beouf river done overflowed his banks again
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| I picked up my cats and my coonhound
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| And we all had a laugh off some high brow
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| Away from Beouf River Road
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| Ever since the time that I got old enough to remember
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| Old beouf river has flooded time and time again
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| But we’d always go back
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| And gather up all our belongings
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| And open up the windows and doors
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| And let the sunshine in
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| I know it may sound funny
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| But I won’t trade it for no amount of money
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| My life on Beouf River Road
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| On Beouf River Road |