| It’s ninety eight in the shade
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| Mr. Rose is rolling hay
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| Eighty acres down and ten to go
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| Clouds are building in the south
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| He knows times a running out
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| And there goes that tractor’s radiator hose
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| There ain’t no tricks in his straw hat
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| He walks a quarter mile back
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| Ms. Rose hears him slam that old screen door
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| What he sees as wasted time
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| Is a blessing in disguise
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| Oh he’s cussing what she’s been praying for
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| The day turned dark as night
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| And in her eyes he saw the light
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| He hadn’t taken the time to notice
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| From heaven it poured down
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| On that little old farm house
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| Lord knows what to do when love needs time for growing
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| He sends rain for the Roses
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| She pulled down the window blinds
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| Even though the sun wadn’t shining
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| The rain tapped out a love song on that old tin roof
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| Wrapped up in the covers
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| They held on to eachother
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| Like new lovers on their honeymoon
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| The day turned dark as night
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| And in her eyes he saw the light
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| He hadn’t taken the time to notice
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| From heaven it poured down
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| On that little old farm house
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| Lord knows what to do when love needs time for growing
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| He sends rain for the Roses
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| Lord knows what to do when love needs time for growing
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| He sends rain (backup)
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| The lord sends rain
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| For the Roses |