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"Bringin on the weather |
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He carves a wake |
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Through the dark belly of the night |
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With the thunderhead column |
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Following behind him |
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For the forced march into Morningside |
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Deep in Texas |
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Summer's hotter |
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Than she can recall |
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And she's been dried up lately |
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From the cryin |
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Through the alcohol |
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There's the drone of the diesel below |
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The whiteness of the silence from his radio |
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Oh, he's a man behind the wheel |
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Pushin on, she's callin |
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Bringin on the weather |
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With his mind on her and Morningside |
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He measures himself in miles |
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Until one day by the laundry wire |
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She saw the thunderheads and heard |
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The drone of the diesel below |
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The whiteness of the silence from his radio |
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Oh, he's a man behind the wheel |
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Pushin on, she's callin |
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Bringin on the weather |
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And there's a tired man |
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Standin with his girl in the rain |
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But there's a diesel runnin in the driveway |
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Don't you know he's got another run to make |
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But it won't take him far |
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And at least some rain came |
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At least some rain came |
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At least some rain came |
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Came on with the weather |
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There's the drone of the diesel below |
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The whiteness of the silence from his radio |
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Oh, he's a man behind the wheel |
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Pushin on, she's callin |
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And there's the drone of the diesel below |
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The whiteness of the silence from his radio |
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Oh, he's a man behind the wheel |
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Pushin on, she's callin |
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Bringin on the weather |
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Bringin on the weather |
