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DAD
DWhen I was five years old
Lookin' Gthrough the window Dpane,
DThere was debt growin' in the fields,
Every yAear it was the sDame,
DThere was burnt up corn,
Livin' iGn a dustDy haze,
DAnd daddy'd say good night sAon, I love you,
And pray for rDain.
DWell, it was about mid-July when dGaddy's pride Dsank,
DHe told my momma, he was gAoin' to the bDank,
DHe put on his Sunday's best, but it dGidn't hide his Dpain,
DThe banker said take the money son,
But you bAetter, pray for Drain.
DWell there's no clouds to hide the sun,
And there's no wGaters in the cDreeks,
DAnd there's a fear in the congregation,
Every SAunday when we Dmeet,
DThat the devil's found West Texas
And hGe may never lDeave,
DThe preacher gives his sermon,
Says Apay your tithes and pray for rDain.
DNow my daddy's land is mine,
And Gtimes sure ain't the Dsame,
DThe blacktop's taken over,
There's no Aroom to grow the gDrain,
DAnd now the man down at the bank
Well he don'Gt understand my Dpain,
DCause he don't have to lay his head down every niAght,
And pray for raiDn.
DWhen I was five years old
Lookin' Gthrough the window Dpane,
DThere was debt growin' in the fields,
Every yAear it was the sDame,
DThere was burnt up corn,
Livin' iGn a dustDy haze,
DAnd daddy'd say good night sAon, I love you,
And pray for rDain.
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