The Mountain Rain

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[Verse]

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We came down from the mountain in the rain
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And our buckskins dried on the warm and the windy plain
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When our horses tired, we walked them on up the rise
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With our hat brims pulled down low all across our eyes


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And the dusty town lay before us, in the setting sun
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Turned a bloody red on the barrels of my scattergun
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And your Henry rifle hung behind your saddle bowl
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And my hands were sweating buddy and my blood ran cold


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                F#m            A                   E
And we circled `round, put our backs to the sunset rays
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And we moved through town in the shadows and the alley ways
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And we hitched our horses `round behind the grocery store
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Then you hit the street and I covered from the grocery door
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And the cards were drawn, in the barroom poker game
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But the playing stops when I hear you call the dealer's name
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And your shadow falls like a carpet to the barroom door
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And it crossed my mind that I never killed a man before


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And the figure framed in the doorway made the call
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And your rifle flamed and he crumpled up against the wall
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Then you took it slow as you backed off down the street
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And I saw you throw a dollar at the dead man's feet



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And we rode out for the mountains and the plains
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Not a word was spoke until we tasted the mountain rain
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And a man lay dead in the town we left behind
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And my Pappy said, "Son, I know you're not the killin' kind
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But there comes a time when the thing just must be done
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And it's a dyin' crime when a gambler slays my eldest son"
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And an unarmed boy in a mountain grave is lain
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And his tears ran down and they mingled with the mountain rain