| Well, it rained five days
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| And the skies turned dark as night
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| Well, it rained five days
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| And the skies turned dark as night
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| And trouble’s takin' place in the lowland that night
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| Well, it was thunderin', it was lightnin'
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| And the wind began to blow
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| Well, it was thunderin', it was lightnin'
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| And the wind began to blow
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| Yes, in blues and trouble
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| Makes a poor girl wonder where she wants to go Yes, they rolled a little ball
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| About five miles across the park
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| Yes, they rolled a little ball
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| About five miles across the park
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| Yes, I packed all my clothes
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| Then they rolled me all along
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| Yes, I wait and I stood
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| Upon some high old lonesome hill
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| Well, I wait and I stood
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| Upon some high old lonesome hill
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| Then I looked down on that old shack
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| That old shack where I used to live |