| Well, you would but you can’t sell her
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| You ain’t got the heart to tell her
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| She’d be loaded up and shipped off on that truck to you know where
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| And if you’re gonna feed her
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| You might as well just breed her
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| 'Cause the last thing this place needs is another open mare
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| It’s raining horses, we just may drown
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| In a flood (sea) of palominos, paints and greys and bays and browns
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| It’s raining horses, it’s coming down
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| 'Round here it ain’t cats and dogs but colts that hit the ground
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| The forecast calls for foaling
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| With zero chance of knowing
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| If the lead or if the weather’s gonna change on down the line
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| Well, the kids can’t even ride her
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| 'Cause what if there inside her
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| Is the one that spins and slides and finally makes it all worthwhile
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| It’s raining horses, we just may drown
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| In a flood (sea) of palominos, paints and greys and bays and browns
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| It’s raining horses, it’s coming down
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| 'Round here it ain’t cats and dogs but colts that hit the ground
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| If I could only see into the futurity
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| And if a cloud with silver lining waited there
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| Well, I wouldn’t mind so much that it keeps pourin' down these ponies
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| And I’d make sure that I was always where
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| It’s raining horses, we just may drown
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| In a flood (sea) of palominos, paints and greys and bays and browns
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| It’s raining horses, it’s coming down
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| 'Round here it ain’t cats and dogs but colts that hit the ground |