It's been raining for a million years
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And the weather just won't turn
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Try to build a fire round your place
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And the damned logs refuse to burn
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The braindead have been sitting on their sunbeds
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Where's heaven for its own sake
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Lying dead or half-forgotten
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At the bottom of a bottomless lake
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But when the sun comes out
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The world's gonna go crazy
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Everybody's gonna move their arms about
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Cos what they believed is turned inside-out
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When the sun comes out
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It's been raining since I don't know when
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We're all in for a big surprise
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Go to the woods in your dreams tonight
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And when you awake you won't believe your eyes
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It's all the rage, it'll make the front page
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Gotta get the gutter press going down the drain
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Butter melts if you leave it near the window
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And it's time to try and use a deckchair again
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But when the sun comes out....
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When the sun comes out
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His pa will be so disappointed
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To find out his son was double-jointed
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Some will flounder
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Some will be anointed
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The son couldn't wait to do a turn-about
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It's been raining but it's gonna stop
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Cats and dogs will shake themselves
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Time to work, time to pick those hops
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I gotta go and mend the greenhouse shelves
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This was meant, well, it's all heaven-sent
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Go out naked and have no fear
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One boy spent a little life in torment
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But now he's grinning from ear to ear
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Now he's grinning from here to here...
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When The Sun Comes Out
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| John Wesley Harding |
