Well the rain won't stop, it's got nowhere to go
Rain won't stop cause it's got nowhere to go
Well there's trouble on the island where the land is sitting low
That's the way trouble flows
When I woke up this morning the water came through my door
Broke into my house and spilled out on the floor
Well that's trouble for me and my wife Peggy-O
That's the way trouble flows
Trouble, well we're in trouble now
Trouble, no matter who you cross, where or how
Trouble, here comes the storm
Well we rode that old boat right across the sound
Good pots and pans and my sheet of clothes around
Well the wind blew so hard I thought we would drown
That's the way trouble flows
The bridge was still standing when we rode on in
I tied up the boat and found a house to climb up in
Well I climbed up, looked out that old widow's peak
The island was a fathom deep
Trouble, I can see it in the clouds
Trouble, I can feel it on my face
Trouble, we must get out of this place
If the backwater blues is Bessie's delight
My island underwater, lord, is somewhere in sight
When the storm blows in and the fear starts to grow
That's the way trouble flows
When the storm blows in and the fear starts to grow
That's the way trouble flows