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Bad days are coming |
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Preacher said |
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Dark clouds dawning |
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Trouble up ahead |
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Board up you window |
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Take your families |
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Put gas in the pickup |
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Get out of New Orleans |
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U.S. Highway 61 |
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Don't look back now |
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Drive until you're gone |
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Oh, stormwater |
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Driving me from my home |
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Flee |
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Across the state line |
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Far from everything I know |
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Oh. stormwater |
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Rising with the hurricane |
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When you're gone |
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From where I belong |
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I will be back again |
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No time for thinking |
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No time to waste |
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It's time enough for leaving |
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None to hesitate |
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Some folks saying |
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The weather man's wrong |
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Taking their chances |
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But me, I'm gonna run |
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All my senses are telling me |
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Something's coming I don't wanna see |
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Oh, stormwater |
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I know that you're gonna come |
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High |
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Over the levee |
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Blocking out the sky and sun |
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Oh. stormwater |
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Sweeping us all aside |
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Nature's angry with the city |
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Only God knows why |
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Take U.S. Highway 61 |
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Don't look back now |
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Drive until you're gone |
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Oh, stormwater |
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Driving me from my home |
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Flee |
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Across the state line |
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Far from everything I know |
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Oh. stormwater |
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Rising with the hurricane |
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Nature's angry with the city |
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God knows why |
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You'll be gone |
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From where I belong |
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I will be back some time |