| Between steeples and the dirt
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| The wheat fields and the empty church
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| There’s hard times just gettin' by
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| Better pray for a run of luck
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| Before the sun and my hopes get up
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| And I’m just tough enough to try
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| Well, it’s been dry like the county line
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| It seems like anything moving is leavin' town
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| Now I’m all alone hoping she’ll come home
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| It’s like waitin' on good rain or Jesus to come down
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| I said something’s gotta change
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| So they widened up the old two-lane
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| Just the same she’s gone
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| It might take an act of God
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| But I’m bettin' everything I’ve got
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| She’ll turn around and come home
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| Well, it’s been dry like the county line
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| It seems like anything moving is leavin' town
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| Now I’m all alone hoping she’ll come home
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| It’s like waitin' on good rain or Jesus to come down
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| So come on, good rain
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| Come on, Jesus
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| I’ll make it okay
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| 'Cause tomorrow don’t mean nothin'
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| If she’s not here
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| She’s everything
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| She’s everything
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| Well, it’s been dry like the county line
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| It seems like anything moving is leavin' town
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| Now I’m all alone hoping she’ll come home
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| It’s like waitin' on good rain or Jesus to come down
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| It’s like waitin' on good rain or Jesus to come down
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| Well come on down
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| To the lonely town
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| I said come on down
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| Come on Jesus, come on down
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| Come on Jesus, come on down
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| Well come on down
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| Well come on down
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| Well come on down
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| This lonely town
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| Waitin' on good rain, good rain
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| A whole lotta good rain, good rain
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| Waitin' on Jesus to come on down |