| There’s a line of thunderheads
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| Movin' in from the west
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| It might finally rain today
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| But the crops are already dead
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| And at home there’s a woman who’s lonely
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| I’m already half way gone
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| She’s all that I have left
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| And now she’s barely hangin' on
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| She feels neglected
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| Like the drought that plagued this land
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| In need of a lover’s touch
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| In the hands of an honest man
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| At the end of the day
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| There’s not enough of me to go around
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| At least the rain has finally started comin' down
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| I can’t really blame her
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| For feelin' so lone
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| She just wants to talk about
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| Her day when I get home
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| She cooks dinner then I fall asleep
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| And her tears are the only sound
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| Married life out here
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| Is as hard as this thirsty ground.
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| She feels neglected
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| Like the drought that plagued this land
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| In need of a lover’s touch
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| In the hands of an honest man
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| At the end of the day
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| There’s not enough of me to go around
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| At least the rain has finally started comin' down
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| And baby take my hand
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| Stand in the rain and dance
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| Let it wash us clean
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| And soak in this second chance
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| And she felt neglected
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| Like the drought that’s plagued this land
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| Now she’s safe in a lover’s touch
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| In the hands of an honest man
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| And we hold each other as the water heals the ground
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| Thank God the rain has finally started comin' down |