Hanging on a wall like a thousand times you been there
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a picture of a field of dandelions
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And a young stud colt a following a cowboy on a brood mare
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a bound to make it home by dinner time
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There's a thunderhead a coming from the west and he's sure thinking
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the rain would do this dusty dirt some good
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But it ain't a cowboys weather so he nudges his old faithful
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and turns around to call out to the stud
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Chours
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Come on Willie, there's a black cloud coming yonder
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The devil beats his wife with a silver chain
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Come on Willie, can't you hear the thunder
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Your ma and me don't travel well in rain
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It ain't nothing much to look at just a print I got from grandma
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a real west river cowgirl in her day
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And sometimes I need religion since the old girls gone before me
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And that's when I can hear the cowboy say
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Chours
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Instrumental
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Now the western feeling has become another sideshow
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Selling out the bygone days gone by
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And we never know it's raining we can't hear it for our thunder
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We can't see it for our clouds up in the sky
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Chours
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Willie
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| Robert Earl Keen |
