Bob Dylan never sung about Gloucestershire, but he does seem quite keen on floods. Three choice cuts follow.
Crash on the levee, mama,
Water's gonna overflow,
Swamp's gonna rise,
No boat's gonna row.
Down in the Flood
I got the heart and you got the blood,
We cut through iron and we cut through mud.
Then came the warnin' that was before the flood
That set everybody free.
In the Summertime
High water risin', six inches 'bove my head
Coffins droppin' in the street
Like balloons made out of lead
Water pourin' into Vicksburg, don't know what I'm going to do
"Don't reach out for me," she said,
"Can't you see I'm drownin' too?"
It's rough out there
High water everywhere.
High Water (for Charley Patton)