Lee County Flood
Willliam Elliott Whitmore

This song is played on the banjo on the album, but this matches up very closely.  I play the D with just 3 notes 
e a d g b 3
- - 0 2 3 -
and use a lot of palm muting throughout the song to try and give it the same kind of speedy banjo feel that the original track is played with.


D
The summer wind is blowing westward 
                            A
over a field of fresh moWed hay

Let's go up to the barn loft 
                                D
lay back and watch the sparrows play

I can see the evening sky
                             A 
from the holes rusted in the tin

Let's close our eyes and fall asleep 
                             D 
and listen to the storm roll in

Chorus
  G                                D
It sounded like a thousand horses' hooves
                                             A
The sound of the pourin' rain on the old tin roof
   G 
The clouds were as black as the smoke form the stack 
                       D
of an old coal-burning train
                           A                    D
Lay back and listen to the sound of the pourin' rain 


D                                              A
It ain't rained in weeks and now it just won't stop

All the rivers and the creeks 
                               D
are getting fuller with every drop

If the levee holds it's ground 
                     A
and keeps that water back
                                                D
the Mississippi won't reach my little tar-paper shack


Chorus

-A-  -A- -A- D 
Well now the sun shines on the roof 

and the moonshine is in the cellar
                          A
and what a happy feller I am
 
to finally see the sun 

now that the rain is done 
                                D
'cause I've had about all I can stand

I can't tell where my pond begins
                       A
and where my cornfield ends

The cattle done floated away
                               D
'cause the water's up over the fence
          G                   D
Yeah, the water's up over the fence
       G                               D
And it sounded like a thousand horses' hooves
                                             A
The sound of the pourin' rain on the old tin roof
   G 
The clouds were as black as the smoke from the stack 
                       D
of an old coal-burning train
                           A                    D
Lay back and listen to the sound of the pourin' rain x2