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Jayhawks Rainy Day Music

's gonna be the day that I am free Once I settle like the dust upon the table But then you came along You helped me write this song I don't know what day

They say you gave him up for dead Now there's a stranger in your head Yellow roses at your feet Disappear in a memory of a dream And like a flower in

My harp is tuned to the mourning wind My flute to the voice that weeps within And I taught the widows' hearts to sing You're such a nasty little girl

Just another Saturday Time, she keeps slipping away Just leaving me behind Sun is peeking through my windowpane These eyes, they only see rain I can

You're so in love little girl So much in love little girl Running around in circles, why? You know it's a crime No less no more than a rose No less

Thinking it over There's a card game in the back seat They're throwing dice in the aisle And the driver just smiles With every mile he's closer to the

You're lonesome in the morning In the morning where you lay Toss your head against the window Beads form like crooked trains You look so young Have