Robert Earl Keen Jr - Not a drop of rain

^CStreets are almost empty, ^Cshops are closed down There?s ^Emnot a soul left in the bar to ^Emtell my troubles to Think I?ll ^Amwalk down to the river that ^Amruns just south of town I ^Fhate like hell when there ain?t ^Fnothin? left to do But ^Cstand beneath the ^Griver bridge and ^Amlisten for the ^Ftrain It?s ^Cbeen a long hot summer, ^Gnot a drop of ^Crain

I ^Cbroke down in December and headed for t^Che coast I ^Emthought the wind and water would ^Emelevate my mind I ^Amsurfaced in the springtime ^Amfeelin? like a ghost ^FMissin? more than ever the ^Fthings I left behind Now I?m ^Cstandin? on this ^Griverbank and ^Amstill cannot ex ^Fplain It?s ^Cbeen a long hot summer, ^Gnot a drop of ^Crain

My ^Cbag is full of letters un^Copened and unread I?m ^Emsure they?d tell the story of ^Emworry and of form My ^Amheart is beating heavy with ^Amall we left unsaid I ^Fswear to you I never ^Fmeant you any harm But ^Csacrifice and ^Gcompromise could ^Amnever stand the str ^Fain It?s ^Cbeen a long hot summer, ^Gnot a drop of ^Crain

^CTonight I?ll close my eyes again and ^Ctry to see your face And ^Emlisten for your voice to tell me ^Emit?s alright to sleep ^AmConvince myself I?ll wake up in another t^Amime and place ^FKnowin? all the while that it?s a promise I can?t keep A st^Cring of broken prom^Gises, another link of^Am chain ^F It?s be^Cen a long hot summer, ^Gnot a drop of ^Crain

The ^Cchildren on the playground, the ^Clovers in the shade Re^Emmind me of a life and time that ^Emfeels more like a dream When the ^Amsound of love and laughter was the ^Ammusic that we played As we ^Flay beside the waters of a ^Fnever ending stream Now the ^Cstream has gone to ^Ghiding, the ^Amdream lives on in v^Fain It?s ^Cbeen a long hot summer, ^Gnot a drop of ^Crain

The ^Cclouds are building slowly on the ^Cskyline to the east The ^Emwind and dust are dancing like the ^Emdevil across the lake I could ^Amtry to find a bottle or ^Amtry to find a priest Sal^Fvation won?t be traveling ^Feither road I take So I ^Cturn my collar ^Gto the wind that ^Amechoes this re^Ffrain It?s ^Cbeen a long hot summer, ^Gnot a drop of ^Crain It?s ^Cbeen a long hot summer, ^Gnot a drop of ^Amrain ^C It?s ^Cbeen a long hot summer, ^Gnot a drop of ^Crain