William Elliott Whitmore - Lee County Flood

      
 
 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 
  
 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