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Thereâs a dry and howling wind coming down the mountain
Coming down the mountain is a dry and howling wind
Faded curtains billow across the dusty window
Across the dusty window that looks out across the plain.
Itâs been twelve long weeks and still no sign of rain
Tempers here are growing short and soon these sparks will turn to flame
Fighting fire with fire just makes the fires bigger,
Fighting fire with fire will burn the house down
Old man Bradford living up above Route 16
Packed his goods in his rusty truck and now he says heâs gonna leave
Realized what he had to do when his sister from Chicago called.
Came to see when people act this way the biggest room is still too small.
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Sundayâs preacher didnât know what to do
He started shouting from the pulpit but still his words didnât get through.
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