| Will you comfort me in my time of need?
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| Can you take away the pain of a hurtful deed?
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| 'Cause when we need it most, there’s no rain at all
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| And dust just settles right there on the feed
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| Will you say to me a little rain’s gonna come?
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| When the sky can’t offer none to me
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| I will come for you when my days are through
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| And I’ll let your smile just off and carry me
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| 'Cause when the calm comes down
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| I’ll take the truck on into town
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| And buy whatever we can’t seem to grow
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| I work these hands till they bleed
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| 'Cause I got mouths to feed
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| I got fifteen dollars hid above the stove
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| Will you say to me a little rain’s gonna come?
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| When the sky can’t offer none to me
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| And I will come for you when my days are through
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| I’ll let your smile just off and carry me
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| 'Cause it ain’t like it was on back in those days
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| When everyone would offer up their hand
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| These old bones are worn, I’ve grown tiresome
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| And I know my time is surely gonna come
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| Will you comfort me in my time of need?
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| Can you take away the pain and hurtful deeds?
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| I will come for you when my days are through
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| And I’ll let your smile just off and carry me
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| Lord, we married young and stayed where we came from
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| And gave those children everything we had
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| Will you stay with me in my time of need?
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| It seems we had such little time for us
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| Will you say to me a little rain’s gonna come?
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| When the sky can’t offer none to me
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| And I will come for you when my days are through
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| And I’ll let your smile just off and carry me |