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Five Feet High and Risin' 4/4 John R. Cash Recorded 3/12/59 Standard Tuning Capo 1 Intro: A Strum Once No Chord How high's the water, Mama'
ATwo feet high and risin'. AHow high's the water, Papa' ATwo feet high and risin'.
/ A We can / make it to the road, in a homemade boat, / A That's the / only thing we got left that'll float, / E It's / already over all the wheat and the oats,
ETwo feet hig

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h and risin'.A CHow high's the water, Mama' CThree feet high and risin' CHow high's the water, Papa' CThree feet high and risin'.
/ C Well, the / hives are gone, I've lost my bees. / C The / chickens are sleepin' in the willow trees.
GCow's in water up past her knees, GThree feet hi

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gh and risin'.C
DHow high's the water, Mama' DFour feet high and risin'. DHow high's the water, Papa' DFour feet high and risin'.
DHey, come look through the window pane, / A The / bus is comin', gonna take us to the train ALooks like we'll be blessed with a little more rain, AFour feet hig

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h and risin' D
EHow high's the water, Mama' EFive feet high and risin'. EHow high's the water, Papa' EFive feet high and risin'.
/ E Well, the / rails are washed out north of town,
EWe gotta head for higher ground, / B We / can't come back, till the water comes down, BFive feet hi

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gh and risin'E. / E Well, it's / five feet high and risin'.
Intro: My Mama always taught me that good things come from adversity. If we put our faith in the Lord. couldn't see much good in the flood waters, when they were causin' us to have to leave home. But when the went down, we found that it had washed a load of rich black bottom dirt across our land. The followin' year we had the best cotton crop we'd ever had. I remember hearin':