A dying dog can smell the rain
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A weary horse can hide the pain
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When the riverbeds dry just hold your tongue
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Folks dig the lies they hang upon
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Here in Nashville
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Our best laid plans our patient dreams
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Fell through our hands between the seams
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When the riverbed's dry keep it all inside
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Grow your hair and hide folks dig the lies
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A Weary Horse Can Hide The Pain
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| The Low Anthem |
