Evening, porch swing, we love to watch it rain
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To some folks, it ain't much, but we think we've got it made
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Some people dream about streets paved with gold
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Only to find a yellow brick road
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We know the way that story goes
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Here under the rainbow
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People pass us by
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We laugh at the way they laugh at you and I
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The world is spinning around and around
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Everybody's lookin' for higher ground
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But here under the rainbow
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Dreams fall from the sky
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From the sky
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We've got an old car with spare parts and a broken radio
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So many back seat memories we just can't let it go
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Sometimes we like to take it out
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Give the neighbors somethin' to talk about
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Movin' as slow as the law allows
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Here under the rainbow
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People pass us by
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We laugh at the way they laugh at you and I
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The world is spinning around and around
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Everybody's lookin' for higher ground
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But here under the rainbow
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Dreams fall from the sky
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From the sky
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Some people dream about streets paved with gold
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Only to find a yellow brick road
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We know the way that story goes
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Here under the rainbow
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People pass us by
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We laugh at the way they laugh at you and I
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The world is spinning around and around
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Everybody's lookin' for higher ground
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But here under the rainbow
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Dreams fall from the sky
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From the sky
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Under The Rainbow
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| Trisha Yearwood |
