Tono: D
Introducción:
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Verse
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When I was five years old
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Lookin' through the window pane,
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There was debt growin' in the fields,
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Every year it was the same,
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There was burnt up corn,
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Livin' in a dusty haze,
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And daddy'd say good night son, I love you,
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And pray for rain.
verse 2
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Well, it was about mid-July when daddy's pride sank,
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He told my momma, he was goin' to the bank,
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He put on his Sunday's best, but it didn't hide his pain,
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The banker said take the money son,
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But you better, pray for rain.
verse 3
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Well there's no clouds to hide the sun,
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And there's no waters in the creeks,
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And there's a fear in the congregation,
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Every Sunday when we meet,
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That the devil's found West Texas
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And he may never leave,
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The preacher gives his sermon,
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Says pay your tithes and pray for rain.
verse 4
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Now my daddy's land is mine,
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And times sure ain't the same,
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The blacktop's taken over,
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There's no room to grow the grain,
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And now the man down at the bank
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Well he don't understand my pain,
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Cause he don't have to lay his head down every night,
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And pray for rain.
Verse 5
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When I was five years old
G D
Lookin' through the window pane,
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There was debt growin' in the fields,
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Every year it was the same,
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There was burnt up corn,
G D
Livin' in a dusty haze,
D A
And daddy'd say good night son, I love you,
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And pray for rain.