| You outta see what would happen with just one good rainy day
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| I know how they feel somehow: like I could dry up and blow away
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| I got a deep and abiding thirst that’s dry and hard as caliche clay
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| And we’re six years into a seven-year drought
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| I won’t give in but I’m 'bout to give out
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| We can’t eat hope and you can’t drink doubt
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| Six years into a seven-year drought
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| Six years into a seven-year drought
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| Evenin' sky so bright, fire red and gold
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| Cuts in the ground as deep and wide as I am old
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| They come from the inside I know, I can feel it too
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| They start out small and finally widen as the wind blows through
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| We’re six years into a seven-year drought
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| I won’t give in but I’m 'bout to give out
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| You can’t eat hope and you can’t drink doubt
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| Six years into a seven-year drought
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| Six years into a seven-year drought
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| Don’t it look like rain?
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| Don’t it feel like rain?
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| A teardrop in the dust
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| Between the two of us
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| Don’t it look like rain?
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| We’re six years into a seven-year drought
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| I won’t give in but I’m 'bout to give out |
| You can’t eat hope and you can’t drink doubt
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| Six years into a seven-year drought
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| Six years into a seven-year drought |