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Backwater at Blytheville, backed up all aroundBackwater at Blytheville, done took Joiner townIt was fifty families and children come to sink and drownThe water was risin' up at my friend's doorThe water was risin' up at my friend's doorThe man said to his women folk, "Lord, we'd better go"The water was risin', got up in my bedLord, the water was rollin', got up to my bedI thought I would take a trip, Lord, out on the big ice sledOh, I can hear, Lord, Lord, water upon my door,you know what I mean, look-a hereI hear the ice, Lord, Lord, was sinkin' down,I couldn't get no boats there, Marion City gone downSo high the water was risin' our men sinkin' downMan, the water was risin' at places all around,boy, they's all aroundIt was fifty men and children come to sink and drownOh, Lordy, women and grown men drownOh, women and children sinkin' downLord, have mercyI couldn't see nobody's home and wasn't no one to be found From Letras Mania