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One black tennis shoe, it don't fit me now
Hand-me-down rich kids' clothes
Little ragged in the toes
We were not particular and I guess it shows
Long, long time ago

Janis Jones, Janis Jones
Sweet down to the core
Was the apple of my eye
Don't make 'em like her no more
One of a kind and that's for sure
Swear it on my bones
Darlin' Janis Jones

Rain, go away
Come back again
Some other day
Rain, from skies of blue
Without a cloud
Can this be true

Janis Jones would come to play
When it rained she'd stay away
If I had the will I lack
I'd share with her this one room shack
When she grew up and not look back
Wherever I may roam
I think of Janis Jones

Rain, go away
Come back again
Some other day
Rain, from skies of blue
Without a cloud
Can this be true

Wish I had a big bay steed
Eighteen hands or more
Janis Jones would make some speed
When they send me off to war
Brush its mane until it glows
Everybody knows
I'm sweet on Janis Jones

My time came to muster up
And fight the enemy
Well I was gone for seven years
A letter came, my greatest fears
I realized through bitter tears
Wherever my heart roams
I think of Janis Jones

Rain, go away
Come back again
Some other day
Rain, go away
Come back again
Some other day
Rain, from skies of blue
Without a cloud
Can this be true
Without a cloud
Can this be true
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written by ROBERT HUNTER, JIM LAUDERDALE
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