Splashes if we pray, it splashes wind flaps in the night Poppa says it doesn't, momma knows it shouldn't And we are gonna have to call on Rah Moo Rah Rah Rain We've been beaten, we're dying, let us congregate Foot cracks it's so dry and dirty dusty There's a cry, someone gag the baby 'cause his tears are dry he's thirsty Let's all gather in the barn and call Rah Moo Rah Rah Rain