Sorest of Eyes

The summer wind is blowing westward 
  Over the field of fresh moved hay 
  Let's go up to the barn loft 
  Lay back and watch the sparrows play 
  I can see the evening sky 
  From the holes rusted in the tin 
  Let's close our eyes and fall asleep 
  And listen to the storm roll in 

  It sounded like a thousand horses' hooves 
  The sound of the pourin' rain on the old tin roof 
  The clouds were as black as the smoke form the stack 
  Of an old coal-burning train 
  Lay back and listen to the sound of the pourin' rain 

  It ain't rained in weeks and now it just won't stop 
  All the rivers and the creeks 
  Are getting fuller with every drop 
  If the levee holds it's ground 
  And keeps that water back 
  The Mississippi won't reach my little tar-paper shack 

  Well now the sun shines on the roof 
  And the moonshine is in the cellar 
  And what a happy feller I am 
  To finally see the sun 
  Now that the rain is done 
  'cause I've had about all I can stand 
  I can't tell where my pond begins 
  An where my cornfield ends 
  The cattle done floated away 
  'cause the water's up over the fence