| The ungrateful few who tangle inside
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| Don’t care where they’re born, they’re growin' up wild
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| The rain makes me thirsty and fightin' to go
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| My mind turns determined, dark as a storm
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| So my love has grown as sharp as a bramble rose
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| Like a real good woman nobody knows
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| I get so ashamed for makin' you blue
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| I come back to this porch to make it all up to you
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| The rain’s got me thirsty, falling wasteful and slow
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| I’m restless enough, I’m so scared to go
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| So my love has turned as hard as a bramble rose
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| I’m a real good woman nobody knows
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| Do you think I’ll be happy out on the wind?
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| Do you think I’ll get halfway 'fore it’s rainin' again?
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| Will I find that I’m true when it’s hardest to be?
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| Or will the notions I follow have all turned on me?
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| Once my love has blown as far as a bramble rose
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| Just a real good woman nobody knows |