There's not enough rain in Oklahoma
To wash the sins out of that house.
There's not enough wind in Oklahoma
To rip the nails out of the past. Shatter every window till it's all blown away,
Every brick, every board, every slamming door blown away
Till there's nothing left standing...
Nothing left to yesterday...
Every tear-soaked whiskey memory blown away...
Blown away...
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