High Water Everywhere‑Part II
 

Backwater at Blytheville, backed up all around

It was fifty families and children come to sink and drown

The water was rising up at my friend's door

The man said to his women folk Lord we'd better go

The water was risin' got up in my bed

I thought I would take a trip, Lord, out on the big ice sled

Oh, I can hear, Lord, Lord, water upon my door

I couldn't get no boats there, Marion City gone down

So high water was risin' our men sinkin down

It was fifty men and children come to sink and drown

Oh, Lordy, women and grown men drown

I couldn't see nobody home and was no one to be found