The preacher prayed a month for rain   We'd been dry for seven weeks or more   Now it ain't stopped for thirteen days   I guess he got what he was prayin' for      So go tell the boys in the canyon   And go tell the boys at the mill   We'll throw the sand into those bags   And fight this thing until it all comes floodin' down      There's not much time left we can buy   The water's strong and on the rise   Pretty soon the dam will yield   To it's weight and drown the fields      So go tell the boys in the canyon   And go tell the boys at the mill   We'll throw the sand into those bags   And fight this thing until it all comes floodin' down      When the water comes   It takes everything you know   The houses and the harvest   Your sanity and soul   With a muddy rush   It'll baptize this whole town   When it all comes floodin' down      The preacher's on his knees again   He's prayin' for the rain to end   Now we did all that we could do   But still the water broke on through      It took all the boys in the canyon   It took all those boys from the mill   Who threw the sand into those bags   And fought that thing until it all came floodin' down   It all came floodin' down   It all came floodin' down