Down from the sky
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Up from the raging sea
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In the blink of an eye
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Water's all you can see
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All you could hear was the wind and rain
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Nobody told us 'bout a hurricane
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And if they had
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could we escape such a terrible sound?
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In Galveston
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There ain't no higher ground
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We had plenty of hope
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When this brand new century began
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Now there's six thousand gone
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Some say it might have been ten
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We're the finest country
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And the smartest too
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We certainly know more
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Than the Cubans do
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So Why do we bury our dead
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In the water Where they all drown?
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In Galveston
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Their ain't no higher ground
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The rain gave up
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And the sea she laid back down
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No tellin' how long
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'Til all the bodies are found
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Does Washington care?
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Does Houston know?
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We're an island in the gulf of Mexico
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Guess they'll be lending a hand
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As soon as the word gets 'round
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In Galveston
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There ain't no higher ground
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No Higher Ground
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Greg Trooper |