Charlie Robison - Rain lyrics

Well, I hear that old John Deere tractor At the low water bridge Pulling the young drinkers across He's dragging so many on this Saturday night I can smell that old tractor's exhaust But the rain on the roof sounds so pretty And the cowboys are fearful the most But Deena done broke from his ragged old pen It's making a run for the coast Well, there's a place down on Main Street Right across from the bank Somebody drew one on the line About twenty foot up on that Frontier Hotel Where crested back in twenty-nine Well, this city took most of this little old town 'Cause we live on what they call the flame Well, I read all about it in the cafe downtown Where they got that old newspaper frame But the rain on the roof sounds so pretty The cowboys are fearful the most But Deena done broke from his ragged old pen It's making a run for the coast My grandmother called about ten minutes ago Like she does almost every night She said they come home way early from the old rodeo When a big boat had knocked off the lights Well, she said a cowboy got buckin' Just before it went dark On a boat that they called 'Chequered Tree' And ain't nobody's saw if he finished his ride So I guess I'll forget about sleep But the rain on the roof sounds so pretty And the cowboys are fearful the most But Deena done broke from his ragged old pen It's making a run for the coast But Deena done broke from his ragged old pen It's making a run for the coast