| Cowboy’s supposed to be tough
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| Supposed to play it cool
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| They ain’t supposed to cry over something they lose
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| They’re suppose to ride on like everything’s fine
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| Saddle up with the boys
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| Shoot out the last
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| I can see your picture
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| I can hear your songs
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| Highway seventeen still gets me home
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| I’m still standing tall
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| You can’t knock me down
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| Oh but there’s just something about
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| Blanco county rain
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| Gets me every time
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| I can still hear you laughing
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| When it’s falling from the sky
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| I can’t wash away the memory
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| Of back when you were mine
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| Oh that Blanco county rain
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| Gets me every time
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| I bet I’m the only one in this dusty fault town
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| And in the dead of the summer
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| Just praying for a drought
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| If it wasn’t for your eyes
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| Same color as the clouds
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| I’d be over you by now
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| Blanco county rain
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| Gets me every time
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| I can still hear you laughing
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| When it’s falling from the sky
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| I can’t wash away the memory
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| Of back when you were mine
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| Oh that Blanco county rain
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| Gets me every time
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| Blanco county rain
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| Gets me every time
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| I can still hear you laughing
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| When it’s falling from the sky
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| I can’t wash away the memory
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| Of back when you were mine
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| Oh that Blanco county rain
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| Gets me every time
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| That Blanco county rain
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| That Blanco county rain
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| Gets me every time |