RAIN

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I was rockin' in the swing that my dad made,  
on the front of our porch, front of our porch,  
   
Where I grew up with the son of our preacher  
ever since I was born, since I were born.  
   
I was too young to know all the right moves,  
But I fell for him hard, fell for him hard.  
   
And we walked the old tracks to the graveyard  
where the moss-covered headstones were leanin'  
like they wanted to roam, wanted to roam.  
   
And we found us a place in between some  
where the dry yellow leaves had piled so high.


I was rockin' in the swing that my dad made,  
on the front of our porch, front of our porch,  
   
Where I grew up with the son of our preacher  
ever since I was born, since I were born.  
   
And we laid side by side in the graveyard  
With the way and the truth comin' to me  
   
And I curled my fingers round the buttons,    
and I pulled them off, one by one,    
making sounds like mandolin strings plucked  
   
And those buttons flew off just like June bugs,  
And we caught the next train bound for Reno  
On the rails that I rode danglin' my feet,
   
Before the draft had taken him from me  
When the crops of the fields had all failed  
And I started to rain, started to rain.


I was rockin' in the swing that my dad made,  
on the front of our porch, front of our porch,  
   
Where I grew up with the son of our preacher  
ever since I was born, since I were born.  
   
   
   
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