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January's always bitter |
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But Lord, this one beats all |
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The wind ain't quit for weeks now |
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And the drifts are ten feet tall |
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I been all night drivin' hefers |
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Closer in to lower ground |
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Then I spent the mornin' thinkin' |
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'Bout the ones the wolves pulled down |
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Charlie Barton and his family |
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Stopped today to say goodbye |
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He said the bank was takin' over |
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The last few years were just too dry |
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And I promised that I'd visit |
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When they found a place in town |
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Then I spent a long time thinkin' |
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'Bout the ones the wolves pull down |
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Lord, please shine a light of hope |
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On those of us who fall behind |
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And when we stumble in the snow |
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Could you help us up while there's still time |
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Well, I don't mean to be complainin' Lord |
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You've always seen mme through |
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And I know you got your reasons |
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For each and every thing you do |
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But tonight outside my window |
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There's a lonesome, mournful sound |
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And I just can't keep from thinkin' |
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'Bout the ones the wolves pull down |
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Oh Lord, keep me from bein' |
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The one the wolves pull down |
