Well, it hadn't rained in as many Sundays as the preacher he had prayed
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But it didn't matter 'cause nobody prayed it anyway
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Some danced and some sang
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Some threw silver rings
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And the corn got yella and the wheat all died
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And the sun dried up the springs
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When the rains came
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The whole town lost it's mind
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Poured gasoline down Main Street
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And we set it up on fire
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When the rains came
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How were we to know
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We'd held on for so long
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And just to let it go
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When the rains came
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And they called in the state troopers
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And they called in the police
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And they arrested everybody
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My brothers and me
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And when we got to court
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And they put us on the stand
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We just looked at each other
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Started laughing once again
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'Cause when the rains came
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The whole town lost it's mind
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Poured gasoline down Main Street
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And we set it up on fire
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When the rains came
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How were we to know
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We'd held on for so long
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And just to let it go
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When the rains came
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Some say it's a tragedy
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Some say it's a shame
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Some say it's the water
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We never got to drink
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Some blame Jesus
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Some blame the rock and roll
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I think we were just trying to get
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A little bit of control
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So, when the rains came
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The whole town lost it's mind
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Poured gasoline down Main Street
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And we set it up on fire
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When the rains came
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How were we to know
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We'd held on for so long
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And just to let it go
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When the rains came
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When the rains came
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When the rains came
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When the rains came
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When the rains came
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The Rains
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| Fred Eaglesmith |
