She's sitting in her favourite chair
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Look at all that land out there
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Homemade wine in her hand
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She don't go for the fancy brands
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Another day's work is done
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Another evening soon to come
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Silver clouds in an angry sky
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She drains her glass
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Looks like it's gonna rain tonight
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He's riding on a dusty track
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Thinks he should be heading back
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Too little hours in the day
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Too many bills left still to pay
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One man against the earth
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One dream left in the dirt
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Pulls his hat down against the sun
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He saddles up
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Looks like it's gonna rain tonight
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Running down an alley lane
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He finds an empty doorway
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He crouches down against the wind
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Pulls a shoestring under his chin
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Thinks about 'em on the farm
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Rolls his sleeve up his tortured arm
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Lights a match, heats a dirty spoon
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Til the needle fills
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Looks like it's gonna rain
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I think it's gonna rain
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Rain
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| Cletis Carr |
