Storm River Rag

Standing on a river bank Trying to pray away a flood One snakeskin boot on dry ground The other half deep in the mud Storms have a mind of their own They don't allow us a say Which way the wind decides to blow Will save us or wash us away Nobody knows what tomorrow will bring Whether we go or stay Might as well pick up my guitar Try to chase my worries away Morning dawns the devil's hand Has left our homes a mess They tell us help is on the way But when is anyone's guess Today we're page one headlines Tomorrow will be yesterday's news Day after that out of sight out of mind Maybe remembered for singing the blues Nobody knows what tomorrow will bring Whether we go or stay Might as well pick up my guitar Try to chase my worries away Pick up a shovel pick up a broom Pick up any tool you can find The river's down the sun is up There's clothes drying on the line Dance a jig dance a waltz Dance with me all night long Hold me close don't let go Stepping to that beat so strong Nobody knows what tomorrow will bring Whether we go or stay Might as well pick up my guitar Try to chase my worries away