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Well, I hear that old John Deere tractorAt the low water bridgePulling the young drinkers acrossHe's dragging so many on this Saturday nightI can smell that old tractor's exhaustBut the rain on the roof sounds so prettyAnd the cowboys are fearful the mostBut Deena done broke from his ragged old penIt's making a run for the coastWell, there's a place down on Main StreetRight across from the bankSomebody drew one on the lineAbout twenty foot up on that Frontier HotelWhere crested back in twenty-nineWell, this city took most of this little old town'Cause we live on what they call the flameWell, I read all about it in the cafe downtownWhere they got that old newspaper frameBut the rain on the roof sounds so prettyThe cowboys are fearful the mostBut Deena done broke from his ragged old penIt's making a run for the coastLetras de cancionesMy grandmother called about ten minutes agoLike she does almost every nightShe said they come home way early from the old rodeoWhen a big boat had knocked off the lightsWell, she said a cowboy got buckin'Just before it went darkOn a boat that they called 'Chequered Tree'And ain't nobody's saw if he finished his rideSo I guess I'll forget about sleepBut the rain on the roof sounds so prettyAnd the cowboys are fearful the mostBut Deena done broke from his ragged old penIt's making a run for the coastBut Deena done broke from his ragged old penIt's making a run for the coast From Letras Mania