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D _ _ _ .
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Dm _ _ _ .
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D _ We all need rain, Lord, to sand your stains.
Somebody's string will rattle snake up.
Good Lord, my whole world ran dry.
The day that wicked old witch set fire, she put a curse on me.
Born on a river, now my crops won't grow no more.
I got a hollow heart, a pocket full of nothing.
My soul won't rest and my eyes
Bb won't fall at the rain.
C _
D Calm down.
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_ _ I should have been long gone cold turkey.
Yet I'm sitting on the front porch stone.
Looking back now, the past was murky.
It ain't no wonder why my money's all gone.
She put a curse on me.
Born on a river, now my crops won't grow no more.
I got a hollow heart, a pocket full of nothing.
My soul won't rest and my eyes
Bb won't fall at the
C rain.
Calm
D _ down.
Bb Yeah, let the
C rain
D come.
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Looking _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ on it to the west, I can feel it in my bones.
Here comes the high range, it's a black and not the sky.
I'd run for shelter if it wasn't me.
It'll pay heed to the past.
A wind of drought, she put a curse on me.
Born on a river, now my crops won't grow no more.
I got a hollow heart, a pocket full of nothing.
My soul won't rest and my eyes won't fall at the rain.
She put a curse on me.
Born on a _ river, now my crops won't grow no more.
I got a hollow heart, _ _ _ _
Bb let the
C rain _
D _ _ _ _
Bb _ .
C come.
D _ _ _ _ _ _ .
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Dm _ _
D Let the rain come.
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