Sweatin' Auctions and Foreclosures

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It hasn't rained here since July
All the crops are going dry
I wake up every night
Sweatin' auctions and foreclosures
And we just keep staring
At the blue, blue sky

God I wish it would rain
The heat is drivin' us insane
The money well has gone dry
Wish we could open up the sky

Listen to the coyotes howl at night
Sounds like the wolves at our door
We keep falling further and further behind with the bills
How I miss the sound of thunder!

Friends keep saying good-bye
John's gone back to driving trucks
And Mary's working at the diner
Clearing away dirty cups.