(Bruce Hornsby/John Hornsby)
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The song came and went
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Like the times that we spent
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Hiding out from the rain under the carnival tent
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I'd laugh and he'd smile
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And it would last for a while
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You don't know what you got 'til you lose it all again
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Listen to the mandolin rain, listen to the music on the lake
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Listen to my heart break, every time that he goes away
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Listen to the banjo wind, a sad song drifting low
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Listen to my tears roll, down my face as he turns to go
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A cool evening dance
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Listening to the bluegrass band takes the chill
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From the air 'til they play the last song
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And I'll do my time
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Keeping you off my mind but there's moments
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That I find, I'm not feeling so strong
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Listen to the mandolin rain, listen to the music on the lake
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Listen to my heart break, every time that he goes away
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Listen to the banjo wind, a sad song drifting low
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Listen to my tears roll, down my face as he turns to go
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Running down by the lakeshore
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He did love the sound of a summer storm
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It played on the lake like a mandolin
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Now it's washing him away once again
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Once again, once again
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Listen to the mandolin rain, listen to the music on the lake
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Listen to my heart break, every time that he goes away
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Listen to the banjo wind, a sad song drifting low
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Listen to my tears roll, down my face as he turns to go
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Listen to my tears roll, down my face as he turns to go
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Mandolin Rain
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Pam Tillis |