There's a pain in the west A sinking feeling deep down in their chests A little a girl, a town with her name Her daddy died before she had came To see the place and just how it laid to waste
The rain it came and did not stop All the streets filling up to their tops It's coming up to their knees The river had its way it did as it pleased On the water's sheen there's rainbows of gasoline
Good Lord, what have we done for this dark dirty sun? Lord of mine where have you been? When there's trouble you are nowhere to be seen A little town like a lamb Well a lion come down and took their dam February was lean, and March came to scream
