| She lives for the thunder he lives for the rain
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| She was born in Manhattan he grew up near Spokane
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| He found her sittin' by the side of the road
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| Her long hair shining like that black Texas gold
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| They had nothing in common cept the need to move on
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| So they headed for someone further along
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| Dust devils were spinning out across the fields
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| That bridge was a burning underneath their wheels
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| That old muddy river was just a running wild for that
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| Western boy and a sweet yankee child
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| She was more of a woman than any girl he ever knew
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| He had no idea what his world was coming to
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| Love needs a fool how bout you how bout you
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| Love needs a fool how about you girl
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| Old white picket fences by the side of the road
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| Hanging on broken hinges too weak to take the load
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| Just like that old farm boy when he wrapped her in his arms
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| He knew he’d never hold her long enough to tame that young girl’s heart
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| But he loved her with a fever that went way across the line
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| By the time that she sun was high she was holding on through the tears she cried
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| Love needs a fool how bout you how bout you
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| Love needs a fool how about you babe
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| You gotta be fool enough to believe in love if you want to believe in you
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| Love needs a fool… |