Drought or Flood - Owen Temple

WRITTEN BY: OWEN TEMPLE & JAMIE LIN WILSON

If it’s knee high by the Fourth of July
The corn will be just fine, come September
If that’s true, there’s nothing that we can do
‘Cause its the driest I can remember

Drought or flood, dust or mud
Heads or tails, loss or gain
It comes on fast, but it never lasts
And I don’t mean to complain
But we could use a little rain

Well, there are times that come to mind
When the stars align in our direction
Money in the bank, water in the tank
And we’re giving thanks for perfection

Well, it’s drought or flood, dust or mud
Heads or tails, loss or gain
Yeah, it comes on fast, but it never lasts
And I don’t mean to complain
But we could use a little rain

It’ll come around, I’ll hear the sound
Drops falling down on my windows
But as for today, I’m gonna stay
And I’ll just sway as the wind blows

Drought or flood, dust or mud
Heads or tails, loss or gain
It comes on fast, but it never lasts
I don’t mean to complain
But we could use a little rain

Now it’s knee high on the Fourth of July
The corn will be just fine, come September