I remember College Station
In the big Hurricane
We knew that when it reached us
We might get some rain
Wasn’t that a sorry day (a sorry day)
A sorry day (a sorry day)
A sorry day great God that morning
When the Aggie’s all got wet.
The gas, it all was rationed
The people screamed in fear
Refugees from Houston
Had bought up all the beer.
Wasn’t that a sorry day….
The post office was closed down
We couldn’t get our mail
The golf course was pelted
With golf balls the size of hail
Wasn’t that a sorry day….
Pools of water gathered
On low spots of the earth
The stoners broke for Austin
And the straights ran to Fort Worth
Wasn’t that a sorry day….
The taxi wouldn’t move
And all the Aggie’s moaned
The rain had gotten bad enough
That football was postponed
Wasn’t that a sorry day….