The summer wind is blowing westward   over the field of fresh moved hay   Let's go up to the barn loft   lay back and watch the sparrows play   I can see the evening sky   from the holes rusted in the tin   Let's close our eyes and fall asleep   and listen to the storm roll in      It sounded like a thousand horses' hooves   The sound of the pourin' rain on the old tin roof   The clouds were as black as the smoke form the stack   of an old coal-burning train   Lay back and listen to the sound of the pourin' rain      It ain't rained in weeks and now it just won't stop   All the rivers and the creeks   are getting fuller with every drop   If the levee holds it's ground   and keeps that water back   the Mississippi won't reach my little tar-paper shack      Well now the sun shines on the roof   and the moonshine is in the cellar   and what a happy feller I am   to finally see the sun   now that the rain is done   'cause I've had about all I can stand   I can't tell where my pond begins   an where my cornfield ends   The cattle done floated away   'cause the water's up over the fence