this afternoon I walked out into a ditch
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the crawfish stirred the water
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the papermill blew in on the Southeastern wind
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and it was raining in Port Arthur
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I pulled a dead limb from a fallen pine
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the sun was dropping on the lower Neches valley
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I called the dogs from out of the woods with a hollar
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and it was raining in Port Arthur
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that night my daddy drove us to maw maw's
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He and mama wanted to be alone
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I sat up in that mimosa tree with my brother
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and it was raining in Port Arthur
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the refinerys hum and glow from the road
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and I listen to the dove as she mourns
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I'm standing in the rice fields of Beaumont
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and it was raining in Port Arthur
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Raining in Port Arthur
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