Thirteen Wasn't Lucky - Mike Martin - 60 bpm

 [C]Streams are running []quickly and the [Am]snow’s still on the []ground
When [F]lightning strikes the []mountains and there’s [G]thunder all a[]round.
It’s [C]raining in the []foothills now the [Am]water’s coming []down.
It’s [F]headed for the []city, to the [G]center of the []town.

Bow [C]rivers banks are []swelling and the [Am]Elbow's running []high.
Them [F]dark and heavy []clouds just keep on [G]hanging in the []sky.
The [C]waters coming []fast now like a [Am]mighty rising []tide.
There’s [F]panic in High []River and they [G]flee at Sunny[]side.

	It’s [Am]pouring in the []mountains and it’s [G]pounding at the []snow
	Til there’s [F]nothing left but []water and there’s [E]nowhere else to []go.
	[Am]Down into the []valleys and the [G]rivers far be[]low
	[F]In a rush of raging []rapids running [E]wild into the []Bow.[][]

 [C]Farther on be[]low where the [Am]Oldman meets the []Bow
They’ll be [F]rising up to[]gether building [G]fury as they []go
In[C]to the South Sask[]atchewan just [Am]North of Grassy []Lake.
The [F]lowland folks are []leaving with as [G]much as they can []take.

If you’re [C]anywhere down[]stream by the [Am]river in the []Hat
You’re [F]gonna have to []leave, there’s no [G]quandary about []that.
You can [C]bag until you’re []blue but that won’t [Am]help you in the []end.
 [F]Mother Nature’s []racing here, she’s [G]just around the []bend.

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 [C]Thirteen wasn’t []lucky for the [Am]lowlands in the []south
The [F]year the rains came []raging, rivers [G]foaming at the []mouth.
When the [C]big skies of Al[]berta open [Am]up both far and []wide
You [F]better take to []running, you better [G]find some place to []hide.

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