| I was three years old, at the side of my bed
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| learned to fold my hands and bow my head
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| when Mama said «you know, he’s always listening»
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| no matter what kind of trouble we’ll find ain’t nothing too big
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| he’s always got the time to fix it, yeah, that’s his business
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| It might be hard to see for such a little girl, things can get a little scary
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| in this big old world
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| When the sky is dark, and the clouds roll in
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| kicking up dust like a Texas wind, and everything begins to change
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| you may not pray when it’s sunny, but you’ll pray when it rains
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| When I turned seventeen, and I learned how to run on the back of a Harley
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| soaking up the sun, holding on to someone who never really loved me
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| and a bolt of lightning lit up the sky
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| and the sound of thunder shot through the night
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| and before I knew it, the storm was upon me
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| When the sky is dark, and the clouds roll in
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| kicking up dust like a Texas wind, and everything begins to change
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| you may not pray when it’s sunny, but you’ll pray when it rains
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| Lord forgive me, for making such a mess out of my life
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| and waiting far too long to send this prayer up tonight
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| thanks for Mama’s words of wisdom, for what it’s worth
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| they were lost but not forgotten
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| I still remember every word
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| When the sky is dark, and the clouds roll in
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| kicking up dust like a Texas wind, and everything begins to change
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| you may not pray when it’s sunny, but you’ll pray when it rains
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| You may not pray when it’s sunny, but you’ll pray when it rains
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| Pray when it rains
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| When the sky gets dark, you’ll pray when it rains
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| You’ll pray when it rains |