West Texas forecast more of the same
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Sunny and mild no chance of rain
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That old John Deere tractor ain't moved in days
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Oh, but he's out there climbin' back on
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Because he's yet to admit that his crops are all gone
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She stares out the window fightin' back tears
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And watches him wastin' his time in the fields
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They're havin' problems payin' the bills
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And she knows that it won't be long
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Before the bank finally places a lien on the farm
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[Chorus]
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And the tractor keeps rollin'
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The dust rises high
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Creating the only cloud in the sky
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He's holdin' his ground
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But it's gettin' tough
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He's keepin' his faith
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In the Lord up above
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And prayin' for rain
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Through a cloud of dust
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Yesterday somethin' in town caught his eye
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The old hardware store had a help wanted sign
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He thought about stoppin' but he drove on by
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'Cause he just can't bear to let go
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After all it's the only life he's ever known
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[Chorus]
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Yeah, he's holdin' his ground
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But it's gettin' tough
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He's keepin' his faith
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In the Lord up above
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And prayin' for rain
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Through a cloud of dust
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West Texas forecast more of the same
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Sunny and mild no chance of rain
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Cloud Of Dust
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Brad Paisley |