We've got a hundred acres with a house in the middle
Work them fields 'til the sun lays down
Sometimes the Lord lets us rest just a little
Can't sow seeds when there's water on the ground
Come on boys, get down them fiddles
Can't make hay with the rain comin' down
Momma's got cakes 'n eggs on the griddle
Put away the mule boys, it's too wet to plow
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Oooohhhoooo rain's comin' down
Oooohhooooo too wet to plow
Just up the road lives a gal named Trudy
Play that banjer clawhammer style
She fell in love with my Uncle Rudy
He picks his guitar and it drives her wild
Sayin' come on boys, get down them fiddles
Can't make hay with the rain comin' down
Momma's got cakes 'n eggs on the griddle
Put away the mule boys, it's too wet to plow
Post-Chorus
Oooohhhoooo rain's comin' down
Oooohhooooo too wet to plow
Old Sam Stone lives high on a mountain
Got six kids and a d????? runnin' round
Tonight we're gonna have us a pickin' and a shoutin'
Ain't missin' nothin' if we don't go to town
Sayin' come on boys, get down them fiddles
Can't make hay with the rain comin' down
Momma's got cakes 'n eggs on the griddle
Put away the mule boys, it's too wet to plow