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Greg Brown

I woke up this morning wishing it would rain. All this heat and dryness is messing with my brain. Want to see some thunderheads rising up above the Great

One of these nights, I wouldn't be surprised If even the old moon had to close her pretty eye - We got so evil, I feel troubled tonight. This old world

Put it in the bucket if the bucket's there, Throw it in the alley, honey, I don't care, Stay beneath the covers in your underwear and throw down. Put

Mighty sweet watermelon, spitting out the seeds. Go see if Gramma got everything she needs, Tell her I'll be over in the morning, Tell her I'll be over

When I left my Father's house, I was well supplied I made a mistake when I did go, now I'm dissatisfied I believe I'll go back home, I believe I'll go

My skinny days, my heavy nights - A blue blue room, up three flights - She waves and turns from the window to her boy. The band is through, the wedding

(Traditional) Down in the valley, valley so low Hang your head over, hear the wind blow Hear the wind blow, dear, hear the wind blow Hang your head over

I never will marry I'll be no man's wife I intend to stay single For the rest of my life One day as I wandered Down by the seashore The wind it did whistle

Catfish ain't bitin', water ain't flowin', River's so low you can walk clean across. I'm all through travelin', home's where your hat is, I ain't got