In the Flood

It was the last day of the workweek
Another Friday afternoon
The weatherman had warned us
That a storm was coming soon
There was thunder and lightning
And rain splashing on the ground
But nobody showed too much concern
'Cause no flood ever hit this town

The kids were having a good time
Playing in the rain
They were jumping in the puddles
And plugging up the drains
But soon the streets started turning to rivers
And cars started turning to boats
There were things passing by me
That God never meant to float

There's always plenty of destruction
There's never any shortage of mud
And everybody gets to prayin' when they're
Caught up in the flood

A bride and a groom
Were saying their "I do-s"
They had to be pulled from the church
On the rung of a canoe
And I saw a man rescue a baby
From a car that floated by
If that wasn't fear
I don't know what it was in his eye

There's always plenty of destruction
There's never any shortage of mud
And everybody gets to prayin' when they're
Caught up in the flood

I switched on the news
To see what they had to say
Said it was 97 years tomorrow
That Johnstown had its day
And long, long ago
It rained 40 days and nights
But Noah got fair warning
So he could sail away alright

There's always plenty of destruction
There's never any shortage of mud
And everybody gets to prayin' when they're
Caught up in the flood

Everybody gets to prayin' when they're
Caught up in the flood