Willie Nelson & Lukas Nelson – Texas Flood

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“Texas Flood” is a blues standard originally recorded by Larry Davis in 1958. The song gained widespread recognition when Stevie Ray Vaughan included it as the title track of his 1983 debut album, infusing it with his signature electric guitar style.

Willie Nelson, a legendary figure in country music, brought his unique interpretation to “Texas Flood” in his 2000 album Milk Cow Blues, collaborating with blues guitarist Kenny Wayne Shepherd. Nelson’s rendition blended country and blues elements, showcasing his versatility and deep musical roots.

In live performances, “Texas Flood” became a family affair when Willie performed it alongside his son, Lukas Nelson. Notably, at Farm Aid concerts and other events, Lukas took on lead guitar and vocal duties, delivering soulful performances that highlighted his own musical prowess while honoring the song’s blues heritage.

The Nelsons’ collaboration on “Texas Flood” exemplifies the fusion of generations and genres, breathing new life into a classic blues anthem. Their performances pay homage to the song’s origins while introducing it to new audiences, ensuring its enduring legacy in American music.

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Lyrics

Well there’s floodin’ down in Texas…All of the telephone lines are down
Well there’s floodin’ down in Texas…All of the telephone lines are down
And I’ve been tryin’ to call my baby…Lord and I can’t get a single sound
Well dark clouds are rollin’ in…Man I’m standin’ out in the rain
Well dark clouds are rollin’ in…Man I’m standin’ out in the rain
Yeah flood water keep a rollin’…Man it’s about to drive poor me insane
Well I’m leavin’ you baby…Lord and I’m goin’ back home to stay
Well I’m leavin’ you baby…Lord and I’m goin’ back home to stay
Well back home I know floods and tornados…Baby the sun shines every day

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