Wilson - The Flood

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Church bells ringing on a Sunday morning
But heaven never looked good on me
So I lay in bed with the preacher’s daughter
Feel her holy water pouring down on me
Hail Mary’s can’t cure my disease
No River high enough to wash the sin off of me
Oh oh here it comes
Pouring down on me
Oh oh in the flood
You can lead me to water but you can’t save me
Hang man coming to take my lover
See her swinging in the wind by the cherry tree
That’s ok, I get me another
Cause you can’t steal nothing that you got for free
No you can’t steal nothing that you got for free
Kick It
Oh oh here it comes
Pouring down on me
Oh oh in the flood
You can lead me to water but you can’t save me