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Well, the Cumberland was rising
Thirteen feet above
Rains and River rising
Water out for blood
But down in Davidson County
The storm would not let up
And eventually the levee -had just about enough
Well look what's coming
The hundred year flood
Pack your things -get running
From the hundred year flood
Well your mama sent me for you
To see if you were well
She ain't heard nothing from you
There's not much here to tell
But days of rain upon you
The rivers bound to swell
And God forgives a sinner
You're an easy sell
Well look what's coming
The hundred year flood
Pack your things -get running
From The hundred year flood
Well a soldier dies in glory
If he is young and strong
But it's a different story
When a hero lives too long
When he is long forgotten
History proves him wrong
Clinging to the riverbank
Barely holding' on
Well look what's coming
The hundred year flood
Pack your things -get running
From The hundred year flood
TV turned a blind eye
The nation did not know
All this devastation
Thirty floating souls
But they never lost their faith
The way they lost their homes
Down in music city they took care of their own
Well look what's coming
The hundred year flood
Pack your things -get running
From The hundred year flood