Stuck in an airport in Austin, all of the flights are delayed
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And as the rain keeps fllin' the mem'ries keep callin' me back
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To another time and place
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Back to a rainy dy in Oklahoma, she was workin' at this roadside cafe
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And it was just her and me and looked like it would be
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At least 'till the storm rolled away
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I played "Please Come to Boston" on the jukebox
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She said hey that's my favorite song
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The next thing I knew the song was through
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And we were still dancin' along
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And with that look in her eyes she pulled from me
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Then she pulled off that apron she wore
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And with her hand in mine we turned off the sign
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And locked the rain outside the door
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Every time that it rains I can hear her heart callin'
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It rains, I can see that dress fallin'
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The storm clouds roll on, still the memory remains
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Every time that it rains
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One late rainy night I got a phone call
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So I went back to see her again
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And through the dnce we both stumbled and with the buttons we fumbled
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So we decided just to call it at friends
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If we ever had a thing now it's over and only the memory remains
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Of a roadside cafe on a September day
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I relive every time that it rains
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Every time that it rains I can hear her heart callin'
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It rains, I can see that dress fallin'
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The storm clouds roll on, still the memory remains
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Every time that it rains
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Everytime That It Rains
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| Garth Brooks |
