(Young)
See the sky about to rain broken clouds and rain
Locomotive pull the train whistle blowing through my brain
Signals curling on an open plain rolling down the track again
See the sky about to rain
Some are bound for happiness some are bound to glory
Some are bound to live with less who can tell your story
See the sky about to rain broken clouds and rain
Locomotive pull the train whistle blowin through my brain
Signals curlin' on an open plain rollin down the track again
See the sky about to rain
I was down in Dixie Land played a silver fiddle
Played it loud and then the man broke it down the middle
See the sky about to rain
The Byrds - (See The Sky) About To Rain Lyrics
The Byrds - (See The Sky) About To Rain Lyrics
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(Young)
See the sky about to rain broken clouds and rain
Locomotive pull the train whistle blowing through my brain
Signals curling on an open plain rolling down the track again
See the sky about to rain
Some are bound for happiness some are bound to glory
Some are bound to live with less who can tell your story
See the sky about to rain broken clouds and rain
Locomotive pull the train whistle blowin through my brain
Signals curlin' on an open plain rollin down the track again
See the sky about to rain
I was down in Dixie Land played a silver fiddle
Played it loud and then the man broke it down the middle
See the sky about to rain
See the sky about to rain broken clouds and rain
Locomotive pull the train whistle blowing through my brain
Signals curling on an open plain rolling down the track again
See the sky about to rain
Some are bound for happiness some are bound to glory
Some are bound to live with less who can tell your story
See the sky about to rain broken clouds and rain
Locomotive pull the train whistle blowin through my brain
Signals curlin' on an open plain rollin down the track again
See the sky about to rain
I was down in Dixie Land played a silver fiddle
Played it loud and then the man broke it down the middle
See the sky about to rain