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Rain Song  11/2/2002 by Rod Brown

Some things seem to never change
Like how I love the sound of rain
To feel it dripping through the trees
Right

Well we met in a dream
I never could shake
A vision that lingers
Through all of my days
Struck like a bolt 
By those big brown eyes
Through an ocean

Oh, excuse me for my prejudice there, if that is your critique
I let out my anger to flourish, it ain't excactly me
But with the scripture you hold by

Rock out!
Free the bass
Go!
Black kid beatin up the white kid
White kid beatin up the black kid
Aren't you ashamed of what you did?
Never put

so high and her hair is brown
The Prettiest thing boys in this town
Now anytime you want to know
Where I’m headed it's down the road
Get my girl

I go to see my Pearly Blue
Before you hear that rooster crow
You'll see me headed down the road

Now old man Flatt he owned the farm
From the hog lot

Put to rest, laid to death-figure out which one sounds best
You bitter bride, a better life was beating just outside your chest
Saw you hanging by

the park
Oh, I could never go down there
They'd beat me up
If I were cast I'd play the part
And if his body's smooth
Oh, can't I wonder if his body's smooth

Braces! When do we want em? Not now
Screwed up the last show so I carjacked Doc Brown
Heard their kingpin raps, and then flatulent stock sounds
They once

the innocent
I go against it with
Energy that's the affinity
Jesus meant when he said that
They didn't come visit me

Clothing the naked and feeding the poor

Funny or bright or visual tricks, 
Center, down, right for a backward six.

Repetition, repetition, moving pattern.
I show rhythm by using pattern.

Give me a leaf, in fact, make it three
To give the world the time it needs
A healing psalm to a life so free
Go on flying, rambling on by
Wherever

It's summer by a river wide
I watch the birds in swooping flight
Evening sun now dipping near, surface glistens with its tear
Watch the water glide

feeling, even though it's horrifying.
I know, I hear them calling me, I might go, might stay dunno, probably. Ice cold, dead hands, they're gripping me.

brown, fallin' on the ground 
That's just me missin' you 

Every time you come across a song about a love that's lost 
By a lonesome man moanin' out

brown, fallin' on the ground 
That's just me missin' you 

Every time you come across a song about a love that's lost 
By a lonesome man moanin' out

brown eyes
They light right-up when I buy him pies
He throws them at the old folks next door
Then I have to go and buy him more

Drunkey Monkey Drinky all

And suddenly I came to realize

Green or grey or brown or blue
Doesn't matter what the hue
There's a deep compassion in the eyes

Deep compassion in the eyes

fear when his good life got hard
He was a biter, he was a fighter, born brave and so bold
I wish I never had to sell him; I wish I never let him go
Cause

have me there
Your lipstick is black with your bleached shortened hair
We go sneak off by the old verdant lair 

She was the joker’s queen 
But now she’s

have me there
Your lipstick is black with your bleached shortened hair
We go sneak off by the old verdant lair
She was the joker’s queen
But now she’s

roulette when it comes to murda
Brown skin Mexican strolling through the neighborhood
Police on my jock rolling like a backwood
If I was hitting licks man

A camouflage bucket hat Wondering where you're at
Big brown leather boots
Go running after you
Black dickies pants and a denim button-up
There's

I stood alone waiting
To see the face that never came
I waited for you

Biding my time, no end
Sitting on a short little brown oak tree
I waited for