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The Red Clay Ramblers - Regions of Rain lyrics
I lie on my bed in the palace hotel frightened as hell on the seventeenth floor some cop's on my ass over one lousy joint and I wait for a knock on the door. Tonight We'll slump down in the back of a cab The cop likes to gab, I'll buy him a beer and maybe a bribe under the cover of night will buy me a flight out of here. Outside my window there's a storm on the sea Where I'd like to be Skipping over the foam Ships in the harbor phase into the weather Like cows in the meadows back home (refrain) It never stops raining in French Camaroon So fly me away on a plane It's high and it's dry as the winds on the moon and far from the regions of rain this once was the pearl of the tropical town things have gone down and people are dying I used to have money and plenty of girls now my heads in the mouth of the lion A person could vanish with never a trace I bury my face in my pillow and dream I'm facing the same jumbled justice that tried and murdered the fallen regime (Refrain) Far from the regions of rain |
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