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When I was 5 years old lookin' thru the windowpane
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There was debt growin in the fields, every year was the same
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There was burnt up corn livin in a dusty haze
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And daddy'd say "Goodnight son, I love you but pray for rain"
Well it was about mid July my daddy's pride sank
He told my momma he was goin' to the bank
He put on his Sunday's best but it didn't hide his pain
Banker said Take the money, son but you better pray for rain
Well there's no clouds to hide the sun and there's no waters in the creeks
And there's a fear in the congregation every Sunday when we meet
At the ???? of West Texas and he may never leave
The preacher gives his sermon says ? your tides and pray for rain
Now my daddy's land is mine and times sure ain't the same
The blacktop's taken over, there's no room to grow the grain
And now the man down at the bank, well he don't understand my pain
Cause he he don't have to lay his head down every day and pray for rain, aww pray for rain
When I was 5 years old lookin' thru the windowpane
There was debt growin in the fields, every year was the same
There was burnt up corn livin in a dusty haze
And daddy'd say "Goodnight son, I love you but pray for rain"
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