Oh, Cumberland, look what you have doneI almost don't recognize the road.
But I'm a lucky one, my friends are safe and sound.
Not everyone was lucky, as you know.
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Water rising, damage not foretold
The picture of the Opry made me cry.
Watching in disbelief, waiting for the crest
Another guitar silenced in the night.
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I know they're just strings
Strung across warped wood
But they wound around my heart and held my life.
And I know they're just things
But they brought the world joy.
Nothing can erase those memories
And water cannot stop the ones who sing.
©ruralgurl music 2010
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