Charlie Robison - Rain



Well, I hear that old John Deere tractor

At the low water bridge

Pulling the young drinkers across

He's dragging so many on this Saturday night

I can smell that old tractor's exhaust


But the rain on the roof sounds so pretty

And the cowboys are fearful the most

The Medina done broke from his ragged old pen

It's making a run for the coast


Well, there's a place down on Main Street

Right across from the bank

Somebody drew one on the line

About twenty foot up on that Frontier Hotel

Where crested back in twenty-nine


Well, this city took most of this little old town

'Cause we live on what they call the flame

Well, I read all about it in the cafe downtown

Where they got that old newspaper frame


But the rain on the roof sounds so pretty

The cowboys are fearful the most

The Medina Deena done broke from his ragged old pen

It's making a run for the coast


My grandmother called about ten minutes ago

Like she does almost every night

She said they come home way early from the old rodeo

When a big boat had knocked off the lights


Well, she said a cowboy got buckin'

Just before it went dark

On a bull that they called 'Trick or Treat'

And ain't nobody's saw if he finished his ride

So I guess I'll forget about sleep


But the rain on the roof sounds so pretty

And the cowboys are fearful the most

The Medina done broke from his ragged old pen

It's making a run for the coast


The Medina done broke from his ragged old pen

It's making a run for the coast

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