Mississippi's rolling, north to south
Flowing down to the mouth
Where the gulf waters rise so high
When the hurricane blows by

Preacher man is saying there's gonna' come a flood
All the sinners washed in Jesus' blood
We wait we watch the changing sky
For the hurricane to blow by

I'm laying low like the delta land
This water is gonna' hem me in
I feel it rising from all sides
When the hurricane blows by

All the trees are swaying with the choir's hands
And the rain comes down like a marching band
We brace ourselves for the peaceful eye
And the hurricane to blow by

I'm laying low like the delta land
This water is gonna' hem me in
I feel it rising from all sides
When the hurricane blows by

God's gonna' trouble the water
Wade in
Oh rain. . .

I'm laying low like the delta land
This water is gonna' hem me in
I feel it rising from all sides
When the hurricane blows
On this delta land
This water is gonna' hem me in
I feel it rising from all sides
When the hurricane blows by