Dan Mombrea - Storm River Rag

Standing on a river bank
Trying to pray away a flood
One snakeskin boot on dry ground
The other half deep in the mud

Storms have a mind of their own
They don't allow us a say
Which way the wind decides to blow
Will save us or wash us away

Nobody knows what tomorrow will bring
Whether we go or stay
Might as well pick up my guitar
Try to chase my worries away

Morning dawns the devil's hand
Has left our homes a mess
They tell us help is on the way
But when is anyone's guess

Today we're page one headlines
Tomorrow will be yesterday's news
Day after that out of sight out of mind
Maybe remembered for singing the blues

Nobody knows what tomorrow will bring
Whether we go or stay
Might as well pick up my guitar
Try to chase my worries away

Pick up a shovel pick up a broom
Pick up any tool you can find
The river's down the sun is up
There's clothes drying on the line

Dance a jig dance a waltz
Dance with me all night long
Hold me close don't let go
Stepping to that beat so strong

Nobody knows what tomorrow will bring
Whether we go or stay
Might as well pick up my guitar
Try to chase my worries away

Written by:
Dan Mombrea

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