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Mystic Cowboys


I Need The Rain

 


The South wind is blowing in my face

Black clouds drift past the moon

A heat wave has pounded us

Since the middle part of June

And I ain't one to cuss the sun

And I sure could stand some rain

 

There’s a woman running through my head

She’s running like a train

I need the rain

Oooo I need the rain

I need the rain

I need the rain

 

And I think I hear a woman’s voice

In the dancing wind chimes

In my sleep I reach for her

So many, many times

I’m not sure that there’s a cure

For things you can’t rightly explain

 

The south wind is blowing the curtains in

And it’s about to boil my brain

I need the rain

Oooo I need the rain

Oooo I need the rain

Oooo I need the rain