| The rain came down on a tin roof
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| Hardly a sound was left from the birthday party
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| The kitchen light fell asleep on a bedroom floor
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| Me and her were talking softer
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| Than all the time before I lost her
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| Picture sat on top of the chest of drawers
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| One red rose in the Bible
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| Pressed between the Holy alphabet
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| Probably wouldn’t believe you, if you told me
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| But what I never knew, I never will forget
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| Rainy nights get dark real early
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| Her dress was soft, her hair was curly
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| We danced around the table to the old banjo
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| Rainy nights were made for lovers
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| We lay there still beneath the covers
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| And I ain’t never felt like that before
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| One red rose in the Bible
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| Pressed between the Holy alphabet
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| Probably wouldn’t believe you, if you told me
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| But what I never knew, I never will forget |