by Becky (4/11/2001)
Becky wrote: ...it's not so much a parody, as it is lyrics set to a Nields song. It's flood season here in the Red River Valley. (Red River of the North - not the one in Texas that the old song is about!) Much like the Nile, the Red is strange because it flows north. Which is a huge pain in the spring, when snow and ice melt, and try to flow to where everything is still frozen. Anyway, I was out at a friend's house for about 3 hours yesterday evening, and it prompted this:
I don't feel much like swimming You splash some water at my feet We wade through the mud on a chilly spring night We see the piles of dirt and the bags piled nearby Chorus Not too much, that's the way, fill them just about half-way Hold the bag while I scoop, there's a river where the yard should be We've got sandbags, stack 'em while there's still some land We've got sandbags, if they can't help us, then what can? Stack them in a line A ring around the house, that's fine Dry will be easy when the river's gone down I dream of high ground, that's where I belong Chorus I didn't think we had so much snow But it's melted, I see the ice floes If it rains we'll have a different scene Water over everything Chorus© 2001