Half a mile from the county fair, and the rain came pouring down Me and Billy standing there with a silver half a crown Hands full of fishing gear, and the tackle on our backs We just stood there getting wet, with our backs against the fence Oh, the water Oh, the water Oh, the water Hope it dont rain all day And it stoned me to my soul Stoned me just like jelly roll And it stoned me And it stoned me to my soul Stoned me just like going home And it stoned me The rain let up, the sun came out, and we was getting dry Almost glad a pickup truck nearly passed us by We jumped right in the driver grinned And he dropped us up the road We looked at the swim, we jumped right in Not to mention fishing poles Oh, the water Oh, the water Oh, the water Let it run all over me And it stoned me to my soul Stoned me just like jelly roll And it stoned me And it stoned me to my soul Stoned me just like going home And it stoned me On the way back home we sang a song, but our throats was getting dry Then we saw the man from across the road with the sunshine in his eyes Well he lived all alone in his own little home with a great big gallon jar There were bottles too,one for me & you, he said "hey there you are" Oh, the water Oh, the water Oh, the water Drew it myself from the mountain stream And it stoned me to my soul Stoned me just like jelly roll And it stoned me And it stoned me to my soul Stoned me just like going home And it stoned me |