Am  //// E//// Am///.

Am                                                 Dm
Through those years of dusty pain, the wind would whistle ‘cross the plains;
         Am                                E
And the clouds would scurry low across the sky.
        Am                           Dm
But they never dropped their load on us dry folk below.
         Am                    E                 Am
Then the sun would burn, we’d have to shade our eyes!

It was early in the spring the flood gates opened once again,
And the heavens poured their healing on the land.
By summer we all knew that the drought was good and through,
As we sailed through our fields of drowned plans.

Refrain
Am
And I only wanted one drop of water.
                             E
I only needed couple inches rain.
    Am                   Dm
But I often wonder why, when my prayers were answered,
Am                  E                    Am
Why did he have to flood the whole damn plains?

Now I’ve got swamp rats living in the basement.
I’ve got black beasts growing in the walls.
Two by two those little crawly things are coming,
And this ark will be a floating come the fall.


(Break Refrain)

I don’t want to tell the good Lord His business,
I don’t want to be a seeming to complain!
But the next time that I fall, down, upon my knees to pray.
He won't turn all my teardrops into rain.



I don’t want to tell the good Lord His business,
I don’t want to be a seeming to complain!
But the next time that I fall, down, upon my knees to pray.
He won't turn all my teardrops into rain.

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But I often wonder why, when my prayers were answered,
Retard:  Why did he have to flood those blessed..... plains?

©Francis H Peters
Oct.-26-2010