Letras
There's violence down on Market Street
But we didn't know violence 'til we met Pelene
And the good folks are drownin' in their mountain homes
You'll have to take a vacation just to bury your bones
It's sunshine and roses on that TV screen
Them talkin' heads, they ain't seen what I've seen
I've seen a mother standin' on top of her house
A baby in her arms as it floated on down
I watched my brother hangin' on that limb
Like a crucified Peter with a will to live
The smell of death lingers on that mountainside
There ain't nothin' left but the tears I've yet to cry
You can't call for help when the lines are down
And the roads are washed out headed back to town
So we'll sit here waitin' on the comin' of the Lord
Until we run outta water and we meet Him for sure
That hurricane took us by surprise
But when it rains, that river's bound to rise
There's violence down on Market Street
But we didn't know violence 'til we met Pelene