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Mandolin Rain |
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by Bruce Hornsby |
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The song came and went |
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Like the times that we spent |
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Hiding out from the rain |
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Under the carnival tent |
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I laughed and she'd smile |
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It would last for awhile |
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You dont know what you got |
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Till you lose it all again |
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Listen to the mandolin rain |
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Listen to the music on the lake |
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Listen to my heart break |
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Every time she runs away |
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Listen to the banjo wind |
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A sad song drifting low |
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Listen to the tears roll |
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Down my face as she turns to go |
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A cool evening dance |
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Listening to the bluegrass band |
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Takes the chill from the air |
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Till they play the last song |
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I'll do my time |
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Keeping you off my mind but theres moments |
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That I find, Im not feeling so strong |
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Listen to the mandolin rain |
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Listen to the music on the lake |
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Listen to my heart break |
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Every time she runs away |
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Listen to the banjo wind |
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A sad song drifting low |
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Listen to the tears roll |
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Down my face as she turns to go |
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Running down by the lakeshore |
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She did love the sound of a summer storm |
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It played on the lake like a mandolin |
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Now its washing her away once again |
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O~again |
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The boats steaming in |
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I watch the sidewheel spin and i |
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Think about her when I hear that whistle blow |
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I cant change my mind |
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I knew all the time that she'd go |
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But thats a choice I made long ago |
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Listen to the mandolin rain |
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Listen to the music on the lake |
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Listen to my heart break |
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Every time she runs away |
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Listen to the banjo wind |
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A sad song drifting low |
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Listen to the tears roll |
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Down my face as she turns to go |
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As she turns to go |
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Listen to the tears roll |
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Down my face as she turns to go |
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Listen to the tears roll |
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Down my face as she turns to go |
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Listen to the mandolin rain |
