Well through the window she comes. And through the window she comes. She got a little rope tied, tied to her leg. . And where it leads to, I don't know.
I know you don't like it butcha. You fit in like the rising sun. On the holy holy road. Out there on that line. And I know I dreamt of you. But I'm starting to unwind.
Hit upon 'em Joe. Raise the barn yourself. Hit upon 'em Joe. Raise the barn yourself. . Rain's gonna fall. Rain's gonna fall. Rain's gonna fall. Rain's gonna fall.