| She had five hundred dollars that her grandma left
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| She said for a rainy day
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| A hundred more from the general store
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| Where she stocked the shelves for pay
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| She’d had enough of those country roads
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| And the wind in the telephone wires
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| Said a prayer for luck, started the truck
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| Checked the mirror and spun the tires
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| She said there’s no such thing as a rainy day
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| And the world is bigger than the milky way
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| If you save it too long you’re just throwin' it away
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| She rolls like the thunder
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| She’s ridin' to the edge of the storm
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| She had her momma’s smile and her daddy’s fire
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| Their love burned deep in her soul
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| They were more than glad to give her all they had
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| As they pushed her from the fold
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| The road gets wider mile my mile
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| As she heads east toward the dawn
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| The clouds press down, the lightning sounds
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| Lilly turns those wipers on
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| The cards come in from Fond Du Lac
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| New Orleans and Chilliwack
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| She said one of these days I’m comin' back
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| But I’m not gonna stay |