A gypsy woman told my fortune,
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said I'll be rich someday
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She said I'll be king and ruler,
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in a land of misery and pain
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I'm tired of the rain that keeps falling,
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falling down on me
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Please help me find some shelter,
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from the pain that's pouring on me.
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I once met a blind man who asked me,
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to see things he couldn't see
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He spoke of a land called Forever,
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where you don't need eyes to see
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I'm tired of the rain that keeps falling,
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falling down on me
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Please help me find some shelter,
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from the pain that's pouring on me.
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[Organ solo]
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Ya know I'll be climbin' this mountain,
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but it's too rocky and steep
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When i get over this mountain,
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ya know I'll be set free
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I'm tired of the rain that keeps falling,
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falling down on me
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Please help me find some shelter,
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from the pain that's pouring on me.
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I'm tired of the rain that keeps falling,
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falling down on me
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Please help me find some shelter,
|
from the pain that's pouring on me.
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Tired Of The Rain
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| Black Stone Cherry |
