I threw my robe on in the morning
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Watched the ring on the stove turn red
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Stared hypnotized into a cup of coffee
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Pulled on my boots and made the bed
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Screen door hangin' off its hinges
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Kept bangin' me awake all night
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As I look out the window
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The only thing in sight
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Is dry lightning on the horizon line
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Just dry lightning and you on my mind.
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I chased the heat of her blood
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Like it was the holy grail
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Descend beautiful spirit
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Into the evening pale
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Her appaloosa's kickin'
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Kickin' in the corral smelling rain
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There's a low thunder rolling
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'Cross the mesquite plain
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But there's just dry lightning on the horizon line
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It's just dry lightning and you on my mind
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I'd drive down to Alvarado Street
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Where she'd dance to make ends meet
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I'd spend the night over my gin
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As she'd talk to her men
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The piss yellow sun
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Comes bringin' up the day
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She said "Ain't nobody can give nobody
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What they really need anyway."
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Well you get so sick of the fightin'
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You lose your fear of the end
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But I can't lose your memory
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And the sweet smell of your skin
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And it's just dry lightning on the horizon line
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Just dry lightning and you on my mind
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Dry Lightning
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| Willie Nelson |
