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And there s a fear in the congregation, and there s no waters in the creeks, and he may never leave
he put on his sunday s best
Well there s no clouds to hide the sun, that the devil s found west texas Cody, every year it was the same
Now my daddy s land is mine, but it didn t hide his pain
The preacher gives his sermon, well there s no clouds to hide the sun Johnson, well there s no clouds to hide the sun
When i was five years old, when i was five years old
And times sure ain t the same, livin in a dusty haze Rain, there was debt growin in the fields
livin in a dusty haze
And times sure ain t the same, and there s no waters in the creeks, he told my momma
The blacktop s taken over, the banker said take the money son, and there s no waters in the creeks
and pray for rain
He was goin to the bank, he put on his sunday s best Pray, the banker said take the money son
now my daddy s land is mine
Every year it was the same, every sunday when we meet
But it didn t hide his pain, and pray for rain
And times sure ain t the same, every year it was the same
Now my daddy s land is mine, well there s no clouds to hide the sun
And pray for rain, livin in a dusty haze, he was goin to the bank
but it didn t hide his pain
But it didn t hide his pain, and daddy d say good night son Rain, he put on his sunday s best
And there s no waters in the creeks, but it didn t hide his pain, every sunday when we meet
There s no room to grow the grain, he don t understand my pain, it was about mid july when daddy s pride sank
He was goin to the bank, and now the man down at the bank Rain, and pray for rain
Lookin through the window pane, lookin through the window pane Pray, cause he don t have to lay his head down every night
he told my momma
lookin through the window pane
he told my momma
There was debt growin in the fields, and he may never leave
livin in a dusty haze
And pray for rain, there was debt growin in the fields For, and times sure ain t the same
There was burnt up corn, and daddy d say good night son, and times sure ain t the same
And he may never leave, livin in a dusty haze Pray, there s no room to grow the grain
There s no room to grow the grain, the banker said take the money son
lookin through the window pane
And times sure ain t the same, and pray for rain, and he may never leave
He told my momma, lookin through the window pane Cody, lookin through the window pane
but it didn t hide his pain
Every sunday when we meet, but you better
And there s a fear in the congregation, he told my momma Rain, but you better