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The night is growing darkFrom somewhere deep withinIt shelters like an arkAnd always takes you inAnd the mind goes numb'Till it's feeling no painAnd the soul cries outFor a handful of rainWash your womenIn your whiskeyWhen your future'sIn the pastAnd you're staringUp at heavenFrom the bottomOf a glassAnd you need some insulationFrom the years you'veHad and lostAnd you feel the perspirationAs you're adding up the costAnd the night rolls onLike a slow moving trainAnd the soul cries outThere's a landBeyond the livingThere's a landBeyond the deadIf it's true thatGod's forgivingOf the lives that we have ledIn the distanceThere's a thunderAnd the air is thick and warmAnd the patronsWatch with wonderThe approaching of the stormAnd the night rolls onLike a slow moving trainAnd the soul cries outFor a handful of rainAll rightThere's an old man in the cornerAnd he's smoking all the timeAnd the smoke is driftingUpward and it'sTwisting in myTwisting in myMindIn my mindThe whiskey's getting deeperAnd I use it like a moatThere's a blues man in the distance and he'sLost inside hisLost inside his noteHis noteHis noteThe night is growing darkFrom somewhere deep withinIt shelters like an arkThat always takes you inAnd the night rolls onLike a slow moving trainAnd the soul cries outFor a handful of rain <-- Previous | Next -->
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