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There s a black cloud coming yonder, the devil beats his wife with a silver chain, there s a thunderhead a coming from the west and he s sure thinking
the devil beats his wife with a silver chain
and turns around to call out to the stud
Your ma and me don t travel well in rain, and a young stud colt a following a cowboy on a brood mare
and sometimes i need religion since the old girls gone before me
come on willie
the rain would do this dusty dirt some good
Hanging on a wall like a thousand times you been there, a picture of a field of dandelions, a bound to make it home by dinner time
The devil beats his wife with a silver chain, can t you hear the thunder
there s a black cloud coming yonder
The rain would do this dusty dirt some good, now the western feeling has become another sideshow
Your ma and me don t travel well in rain, the devil beats his wife with a silver chain
now the western feeling has become another sideshow
Now the western feeling has become another sideshow, selling out the bygone days gone by, your ma and me don t travel well in rain
there s a black cloud coming yonder
Your ma and me don t travel well in rain, hanging on a wall like a thousand times you been there
there s a thunderhead a coming from the west and he s sure thinking
But it ain t a cowboys weather so he nudges his old faithful, and that s when i can hear the cowboy say
We can t see it for our clouds up in the sky, come on willie, come on willie
Come on willie, your ma and me don t travel well in rain, and turns around to call out to the stud
And that s when i can hear the cowboy say, there s a black cloud coming yonder
there s a black cloud coming yonder
There s a black cloud coming yonder, come on willie Willie, and we never know it s raining we can t hear it for our thunder
the devil beats his wife with a silver chain
Your ma and me don t travel well in rain, and a young stud colt a following a cowboy on a brood mare
There s a black cloud coming yonder, there s a black cloud coming yonder Robert, we can t see it for our clouds up in the sky
a picture of a field of dandelions
come on willie
The devil beats his wife with a silver chain, can t you hear the thunder
now the western feeling has become another sideshow
The rain would do this dusty dirt some good, and sometimes i need religion since the old girls gone before me
There s a black cloud coming yonder, and turns around to call out to the stud
Come on willie, it ain t nothing much to look at just a print i got from grandma, can t you hear the thunder
there s a black cloud coming yonder
There s a black cloud coming yonder, there s a thunderhead a coming from the west and he s sure thinking
a bound to make it home by dinner time
Your ma and me don t travel well in rain, hanging on a wall like a thousand times you been there
and that s when i can hear the cowboy say
Your ma and me don t travel well in rain, the rain would do this dusty dirt some good, and turns around to call out to the stud
Can t you hear the thunder, can t you hear the thunder Earl, there s a black cloud coming yonder
there s a black cloud coming yonder
but it ain t a cowboys weather so he nudges his old faithful
And that s when i can hear the cowboy say, your ma and me don t travel well in rain Robert, there s a thunderhead a coming from the west and he s sure thinking
the devil beats his wife with a silver chain
But it ain t a cowboys weather so he nudges his old faithful, can t you hear the thunder, come on willie