Come listen, good people, wherever you are
And hear a sad story you've been waiting for
About the flood of '57 as it happened to be
In Kentucky, old Virginia and East Tennessee
How the rains came down, and we often had seen
To swim a broad river or some little stream
But this one was different and we soon realized
That the floods were raging and we fought for our lives
Many were afraid as never before
As the high muddy water came in through their door
Some were left homeless, their life savings gone
But their lives had been spared and the cold rains came on
Little babies were crying and others were sad
For in all our lives we'd seen nothing so bad
But the brave and the strong were there by the score
To help the sick and needy to safety on the shore
How we all escaped it, I never will know
It must've been God's will, it was not time to go
And by the help of His mercy, some managed to smile
And pa** the disaster while the waters run wild