| The sun’s gonna shine tomorrow
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| But I’ll be lookin' for the rain
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| Wells run dry, there’s only dirt to turn
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| If things go broke tomorrow
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| But it goes against my grain
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| And I’m plowin' down a row of no return
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| There’s just too much rock in this country
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| Too many lessons to learn
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| 'Til that harvest moon smiles down on me
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| There’s just too many stones to overturn
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| Now I’m gonna put this hoe down
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| And pick up my guitar
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| Plant some seeds down on Music Row
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| But it seems that old town is a lot like on the farm
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| I keep plantin', nothin' ever seems to grow
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| There’s just too much rock in this country
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| Too many lessons to learn
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| 'Til that harvest moon smiles down on me
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| There’s just too many stones to overturn
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| Now I’ve heard it said to make a livin' like that
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| Will take more than flesh and bone
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| As a matter of fact to wear that hat
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| You’re gonna plow through a world of stone
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| There’s just too many lessons to learn
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| 'Til that harvest moon smiles down on me
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| There’s just too many stones to overturn
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| Too many stones to overturn |