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rain on down

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I’m so tired of this storm
The wind keeps knocking me around
And I could stay inside and watch the telephone wires

But I prefer to make my way on down
To your bar

I’m so tired of this storm
My socks are soaked, the dryer’s out
And I keep hearing there’s no talk of it letting up

So I’ll walk
Trudge along
Find a seat at your bar
And drown myself in whiskey so you’ll talk to me
It’s pouring down

I’m so tired of this storm
The window’s cracked and thunder claps
As I throw back another round you fill me up

You fill me up

I’m so tired of this storm
The stranger sighs and bows his head
I’m stuck inside and I’m collecting bottle caps

Oh son, why don’t you make your way on home

I’m so tired of this storm
The wind keeps knocking me around
And I could stay or make my way on home

I’m so tired of this storm
The wind keeps knocking me around
But I could stay

At your bar
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*if you know who owns this photo, please let me know so i can credit!

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