Rain Lyrics - Singles - Charlie Robison

Well, I hear that old John Deere tractor 

At the low water bridge 

Pulling them drinkers across 

He's dragging so many on this Saturday night 

I can smell that old tractor's exhaust 

But the rain on the roof sounds so pretty 

And the cowboys I fear for the most 

Medina done broke from it's ragged old pen 

It's making a run for the coast 

Well, there's a place down on Main Street 

Right across from the bank 

Where somebody drew up a line 

About twenty foot up on that Frontier Hotel 

Where it crested back in twenty-nine 

Well, this city took most of this little old town 

'Cause we live on what they call the plain 

Well, I read all about it in the cafe downtown 

Where they got that old newspaper frame 

But the rain on the roof sounds so pretty 

And the cowboys I fear for the most 

Medina done broke from it's ragged old pen 

It's making a run for the coast 

Well my grandmother called about ten minutes ago 

Like she does almost every night 

She said they come home way early from the old rodeo 

When a big bolt had knocked out the lights 

Well, she said a cowboy got buckin' 

Just before it went dark 

On a bull that they called 'Checkered Tree' 

And ain't nobody saw if he finished his ride 

So I guess I'll forget about sleep 

But the rain on the roof sounds so pretty 

And the cowboys I fear for the most 

Medina done broke from it's ragged old pen 

It's making a run for the coast 

Medina done broke from it's ragged old pen 

It's making a run for the coast