| On the stormy night
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| When the clouds roll in
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| To hide the lucky stars that I am under
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| And the smoky sky
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| Makes the heavens cry
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| When the lightnin' strikes so long before the thunder
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| When the rain is done
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| And I’m all alone
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| In the silence of the dawn that follows after
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| Then I need someone who can find the sun
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| And chase away my sorrow with her laughter
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| When my rowboat comes in
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| There’ll be room enough to ride
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| Though the seas are rough
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| In the highest tide
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| When the sun comes out on the other side
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| Everything will be all right when we go rowin'
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| As I find my way
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| Down this lonely road
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| With my old guitar as my one true companion
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| You can hear me play
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| Every song I know
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| From the mountains to the bottom of the canyon
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| Now they say that time is a precious jewel
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| I’m looking for some moments I can borrow
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| And if my lucky stars won’t shine tonight
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| I’d rather take my chances on tomorrow
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| When my rowboat comes in
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| There’ll be room enough to ride
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| Though the seas are rough
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| In the highest tide
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| When the sun comes out on the other side
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| Everything will be all right when we go rowin'
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| When my rowboat comes in
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| There’ll be room enough to ride
|
| Though the seas are rough
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| In the highest tide
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| When the sun comes out on the other side
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| Everything will be all right when we go rowin' |