Every time it rains Lord
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I run to my window
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All I do is hang my head and moan
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I listen to that thunder roll
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And hear lonesome wind moan
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Tell me baby why you been gone so long
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Tell me baby why you been gone so long
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Ya been gone so long
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Tell me baby why you been gone so long
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The wolf is scratchin’ at my door
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And I can hear that lonesome wind moan
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Tell me baby why you been gone so long
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Somebody said they say you roaring down in Reno
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With a big ol’ man from San Antone
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They say that I’m a fool to pine for you
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But what do they know
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Tell me baby why you been gone so long
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Tell me baby why you been gone so long
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Ya been gone so long
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Tell me baby why you been gone so long
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The wolf is scratchin’ at my door
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And I can hear that lonesome wind moan
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Tell me baby why you been gone so long
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Lord there ain’t a thing to do well I guess I’ll go get stoned
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Let the past paint pictures on my head
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Drink a fifth of Thunderbird
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And smoke my way back home
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Tell me baby why you been gone so long
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Tell me baby why you been gone so long
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Ya been gone so long
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Tell me baby why you been gone so long
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The wolf is scratchin’ at my door
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And I can hear that lonesome wind moan
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Tell me baby why you been gone so long
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Why You Been Gone So Long
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| David Allan Coe |
