Rain

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
 But Deena done broke from his ragged old pen
 He's 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
 'Bout 20 foot up on that Frontier Hotel
 Where it crested back in '29
 Well, this city took most of this little old town
 'Cause we live on what they call, "The Plain"
 Well, I read all about it in the café downtown
 Where they got that old newspaper frame
 But the rain on the roof sounds so pretty
 And the cowboys I fear for the most
 But Deena done broke from his ragged old pen
 He's making a run for the coast
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 Oh, my grandmother called 'bout ten minutes ago
 Like she does almost every night
 She said they'd come home way early from the old rodeo
 When a big boat had knocked off the lights
 Well, she said, "A cowboy got buckin' just before it went dark
 On a boat that they called, 'Chequered Tree'
 And ain't nobody's 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
 But Deena done broke from his ragged old pen
 He's making a run for the coast
 But Deena done broke from his ragged old pen
 And he's making a run for the coast