The night is growing dark
From somewhere deep within
It shelters like an ark
That always takes you in
The barmaid walks on over
And pours another round
For a lost soul at the corner
Who prays hešs never found
And the mind goes numb
Until itšs feeling no pain
And the soul cries out
For a handful of rain
Wash your women
In your Whiskey
When your futurešs
In the past
And your staring
Up at heaven
From the bottom
Of a glass
And you need some insulation
From the years youšve
Had and lost
And you feel the perspiration
As youšre adding up the cost
And the night rolls on
Like a slow moving train
And the soul cries out
Therešs a land beyond the living
Therešs a land beyond the dead
If itšs true that Godšs forgiving
Of the lives that we had led
In the distance therešs a thunder
And the air is thick and warm
And the patrons watch with wonder
The approaching of the storm
And the night rolls on
Like a slow moving train
And the soul cries out
For a handful of rain
Therešs an old man in the corner
And hešs smoking all the time
An the smoke is drifting upward and itšs
Twisting in my
Twisting in my
Mind
In my mind
The whiskeyšs getting deeper
And I use it like a moat
Therešs a blues man in the distance and hešs
Lost inside his
Note
His note
The night is growing dark
From somewhere deep within
It shelters like an ark
That always takes you in
And the night rolls on
Like a slow moving train
And the soul cries out
For an handful of rain
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