Half a mile from the county fair

And the rain came pouring down

Me and Billy standing there

With a silver half a crown

Hands are full of the fishing rod and the tackle on our backs

We just stood there getting wet

With our backs against the fence

Oh, the water

Oh, the water

Oh, the water

Hope it don't rain all day

And it stoned me to my soul

Stoned me just like Jelly Roll

And it stoned me

And it stoned me to my soul

Stoned me just like going home

And it stoned me

And the rain let up, and the sun came up

While we were getting dry

Almost let a pickup truck nearly pass us by

So we jumped right in, and the driver grinned

And he dropped us up the road

And we looked at the swim, and we jumped right in

Not to mention fishing poles

Oh, the water

Oh, the water

Oh, the water

Let it run all over me

And it stoned me to my soul



Stoned me just like Jelly Roll

And it stoned me

And it stoned me to my soul

Stoned me just like going home

And it stoned me

On the way back home we sang a song

But our throats were getting dry

Then we saw the man from across the road

With the sunshine in his eye

Well he lived all alone, in his own little home

With a great big gallon jar

There were bottles, too, one for me and you

And he said, Hey, there you are

Oh, the water

Oh, the water

Oh, the water

Get it myself from the mountain stream

And it stoned me to my soul



Stoned me just like Jelly Roll

And it stoned me

And it stoned me to my soul

Stoned me just like going home

And it stoned me

And it stoned me to my soul



Stoned me just like Jelly Roll

And it stoned me

And it stoned me to my soul

Stoned me just like going home

And it stoned me