| Every time it rains Lord
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| I run to my window
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| All I do is hang my head and moan
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| I listen to that thunder roll
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| And hear lonesome wind moan
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| Tell me baby why you been gone so long
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| Tell me baby why you been gone so long
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| Ya been gone so long
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| Tell me baby why you been gone so long
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| The wolf is scratchin' at my door
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| And I can hear that lonesome wind moan
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| Tell me baby why you been gone so long
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| Somebody said they say you roaring down in Reno
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| With a big ol' man from San Antone
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| They say that I’m a fool to pine for you
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| But what do they know
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| Tell me baby why you been gone so long
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| Tell me baby why you been gone so long
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| Ya been gone so long
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| Tell me baby why you been gone so long
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| The wolf is scratchin' at my door
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| And I can hear that lonesome wind moan
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| Tell me baby why you been gone so long
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| Lord there ain’t a thing to do well I guess I’ll go get stoned
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| Let the past paint pictures on my head
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| Drink a fifth of Thunderbird
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| And smoke my way back home
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| Tell me baby why you been gone so long
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| Tell me baby why you been gone so long
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| Ya been gone so long
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| Tell me baby why you been gone so long
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| The wolf is scratchin' at my door
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| And I can hear that lonesome wind moan
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| Tell me baby why you been gone so long |