| «Bringin on the weather
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| He carves a wake
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| Through the dark belly of the night
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| With the thunderhead column
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| Following behind him
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| For the forced march into Morningside
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| Deep in Texas
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| Summer’s hotter
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| Than she can recall
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| And she’s been dried up lately
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| From the cryin
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| Through the alcohol
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| There’s the drone of the diesel below
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| The whiteness of the silence from his radio
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| Oh, he’s a man behind the wheel
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| Pushin on, she’s callin
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| Bringin on the weather
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| With his mind on her and Morningside
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| He measures himself in miles
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| Until one day by the laundry wire
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| She saw the thunderheads and heard
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| The drone of the diesel below
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| The whiteness of the silence from his radio
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| Oh, he’s a man behind the wheel
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| Pushin on, she’s callin
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| Bringin on the weather
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| And there’s a tired man
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| Standin with his girl in the rain
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| But there’s a diesel runnin in the driveway
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| Don’t you know he’s got another run to make
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| But it won’t take him far
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| And at least some rain came
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| At least some rain came
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| At least some rain came
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| Came on with the weather |
| There’s the drone of the diesel below
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| The whiteness of the silence from his radio
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| Oh, he’s a man behind the wheel
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| Pushin on, she’s callin
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| And there’s the drone of the diesel below
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| The whiteness of the silence from his radio
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| Oh, he’s a man behind the wheel
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| Pushin on, she’s callin
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| Bringin on the weather
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| Bringin on the weather |