| Take me outta this bottom, take me outta this bottom, baby, | 
| Little girl, fore this water rise. | 
| Take me outta this bottom, take me outta this bottom, | 
| Little girl, fore this water rise. | 
| You know I musta been born by the devil, | 
| Po' Lightnin don’t wanna be baptised. | 
| See, it’s rainin in ole California’s the reason I said it, | 
| The houses slidin down off the hill. | 
| Many, many many friends have lost their home. | 
| Just because the water was falling so hard, | 
| And the mudslide had taken their home. | 
| And I said. | 
| Lettin ya know how it’s happenin now. | 
| Take me outta this bottom, take me outta this bottom, baby, | 
| Po' Lightnin can’t feel satisfied. | 
| Take me outta this bottom, take me outta this bottom, | 
| Po' Lightnin just can’t feel satisfied. | 
| Just you know many friends of mine lost they home, | 
| By that old mudslide. | 
| Don’t take me to be wrong people, | 
| Forgive me for my mistake. | 
| You know, please, please, please, | 
| Forgive me for my mistake. | 
| Well, after all that flood come in California, do you know, | 
| The good Lord old ground begin to shake? | 
| That’s that earthquake that was comin. | 
| Have mercy. |