Rain
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Well, I hear that old John Deere tractor At the low water bridge Pulling the young drinkers across He's dragging so many on this Saturday night I can smell that old tractor's exhaust But the rain on the roof sounds so pretty And the cowboys I fear for the most Medina done broke from its ragged old pen And is making a run for the coast Well, there's a place down on Main Street Right across from the bank Somebody drew on the line About twenty foot up on that Frontier Hotel Where it crested back in twenty-nine Well, they say it took most of this little old town 'Cause we live on what they call the plain Well, I read all about it in the cafe downtown Where they got that old newspaper framed But the rain on the roof sounds so pretty And the cowboys I fear for the most Medina done broke from its ragged old pen And is making a run for the coast My grandmother called about ten minutes ago Like she does almost every night She said they come home way early from the old rodeo When a big bolt had knocked out the lights Well, she said a cowboy got buckin' Just before it went dark On a bull that they called 'Trick or Treat' And ain't nobody saw if he finished his ride So I guess I'll forget about sleep But the rain on the roof sounds so pretty And the cowboys I fear for the most Medina done broke from its ragged old pen And is making a run for the coast Medina done broke from its ragged old pen And is making a run for the coast
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