| I gotta bent up truck, gotta fix-it-up
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| So I set it on the backyard lawn
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| Put the radio loud in the window
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| I tuned it into rock
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| Now I’m patiently waitin' on music
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| But the DJ rambled and sang
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| And it was blowin' in a brass sky
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| But it won’t rain
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| A bright-eyed woman on the hour
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| Brings a glass of tea
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| And I can tell she’s as pretty as a flower
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| When she comes to me
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| She winds away the water
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| From my eyes and soothes my brain
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| And it was blowin' in a brass sky
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| But it won’t rain
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| And it won’t rain for tryin'
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| And it won’t rain for beans
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| There’s fear in the sky
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| A big storm is what it means
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| Waitin' out the weather
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| By workin' on the truck
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| We get to hang out together
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| Can’t believe this luck
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| Glass is fine by the hour
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| But don’t match with mine
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| It got wrecked playin' sailor in the shower
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| Last Christmas time
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| The song’s written in another language
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| But the weather forecast is plain
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| It was blowin' in a brass sky
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| But it won’t rain
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| And it won’t rain for tryin'
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| And it won’t rain for beans
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| Well it’s a bad day for flyin'
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| But they won’t fly with me
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| Starin' at the boats and planes
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| That are stayin' on the ground
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| Another won’t leave it’s hidin'
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| Til the wind turns 'round
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| A bright-eyed woman in the kitchen
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| Cooks up a kiss of death
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| Boilin' up mango, crab and coconut
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| And includin' cinnamon bread
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| But she drops the pan and says
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| Paranoia is out and breeds like a runaway train
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| And it was blowin' in a brass sky
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| But it won’t rain
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| And it won’t rain for tryin'
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| And it won’t rain for beans
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| Well it’s a bad day for flyin'
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| They won’t fly with me, no
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| Starin' at the boats and planes
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| Stayin' on the ground
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| Another won’t leave it’s hidin'
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| Til the wind turns 'round |