It’s so dry, I cry
But tears don’t come, no they won’t
Just like the rain here.
The temperature’s high,
High enough to crack the ground,
The ground I walk on.
The sky is filled with
Orange, yellow, red, the fire,
It consumes Texas.
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It’s so dry, I cry
But tears don’t come, no they won’t
Just like the rain here.
The temperature’s high,
High enough to crack the ground,
The ground I walk on.
The sky is filled with
Orange, yellow, red, the fire,
It consumes Texas.