Vernonia Blues

Theres a pain the west, a sinking feeling deep down in their chests. A little a girl, a town with her name, her daddy died before she had came. To see the place and just how it laid to waste. The rain it came and did not stop. All the streets filling up to their tops, its coming up to their knees, the river had its way it did as it pleased. On the waters sheen theres rainbows of gasoline. Good Lord, what have we done for this dark dirty sun? Lord of mine where have you been? When theres trouble you are nowhere to be seen. A little town like a lamb. Well a lion come down and took their dam. February was lean, and March came to scream.