It's ninety eight in the shade
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Mr. Rose is rolling hay
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Eighty acres down and ten to go
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Clouds are building in the south
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He knows times a running out
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And there goes that tractor's radiator hose
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There ain't no tricks in his straw hat
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He walks a quarter mile back
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Ms. Rose hears him slam that old screen door
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What he sees as wasted time
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Is a blessing in disguise
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Oh he's cussing what she's been praying for
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The day turned dark as night
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And in her eyes he saw the light
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He hadn't taken the time to notice
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From heaven it poured down
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On that little old farm house
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Lord knows what to do when love needs time for growing
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He sends rain for the Roses
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She pulled down the window blinds
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Even though the sun wadn't shining
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The rain tapped out a love song on that old tin roof
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Wrapped up in the covers
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They held on to eachother
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Like new lovers on their honeymoon
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The day turned dark as night
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And in her eyes he saw the light
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He hadn't taken the time to notice
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From heaven it poured down
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On that little old farm house
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Lord knows what to do when love needs time for growing
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He sends rain for the Roses
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Lord knows what to do when love needs time for growing
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He sends rain (backup)
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The lord sends rain
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For the Roses
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Rain For The Roses
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| Craig Morgan |
