I know this man
he works for the state
he tends to the land
with a shovel and a rake, and he
follows the sunshine, but sometimes
the raindrops, they fall on his head
now me, I'd be cussin' and cryin'
but this is what he said
water dries
the skies, they clear
water flies into the atmosphere
water dries
it ain't no crime
everything changes with the passing of time
I know this man
he works really hard
he tends to the land
like it's his own back yard, and he says
there's no use worrying
about the way it all turns out
you just do the best that you can
that's what it's all about
water dries...
it's not like the hard times'
don't knock upon his door
he just decided'he don't need them anymore
water dries...
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