| Ever time it rains Lord, I run to my window
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| All I do is wring my hands and moan
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| Listen to that thunder roar,
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| And I can hear that lonesome wind blow
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| Tel me why baby, why ya been gone so long
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| Tell me baby, why ya been gone so long,
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| Ya been gone so long
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| Tell me baby, why ya been gone so long
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| Who’ll be scratching at my door
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| And I can hear that lonesome wind blow
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| Tell me baby, why ya been gone so long
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| Someone said they thought they saw ya roaring down to Reno
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| With another girl from San Antoine
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| They tell me I’m a fool to pine for you but what do they know
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| Tell me baby, why ya been gone so long
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| Tell me baby, why ya been gone so long,
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| Ya been gone so long
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| Tell me baby, why ya been gone so long
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| Who’ll be scratching at my door
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| And I can hear that lonesome wind blow
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| Tel me baby, why ya been gone so long
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| Tell me baby, why ya been gone so long,
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| Ya been gone so long
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| Tell me baby, why ya been gone so long
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| Who’ll be scratching at my door
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| And I can hear that lonesome wind blow
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| Tel me baby, why ya been gone so long
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| Tel me baby, why ya been gone so long |