Текст песни See the Sky About To Rain - Neil Young
                                                See 
                                                the 
                                                sky 
                                                about 
                                                to 
                                                rain, 
                                                broken 
                                                clouds 
                                                and 
                                                rain.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Locomotive, 
                                                pull 
                                                the 
                                                train, 
                                                whistle 
                                                blowing 
                                                through 
                                                my 
                                                brain.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Signals 
                                                curling 
                                                on 
                                                an 
                                                open 
                                                plain, 
                                                rolling 
                                                down 
                                                the 
                                                track 
                                                again.
 
                                    
                                
                                                See 
                                                the 
                                                sky 
                                                about 
                                                to 
                                                rain.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Some 
                                                are 
                                                bound 
                                                for 
                                                happiness, 
                                                some 
                                                are 
                                                bound 
                                                to 
                                                glory
 
                                    
                                
                                                Some 
                                                are 
                                                bound 
                                                to 
                                                live 
                                                with 
                                                less, 
                                                who 
                                                can 
                                                tell 
                                                your 
                                                story?
 
                                    
                                
                                                See 
                                                the 
                                                sky 
                                                about 
                                                to 
                                                rain, 
                                                broken 
                                                clouds 
                                                and 
                                                rain.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Locomotive, 
                                                pull 
                                                the 
                                                train, 
                                                whistle 
                                                blowin' 
                                                through 
                                                my 
                                                brain.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Signals 
                                                curlin' 
                                                on 
                                                an 
                                                open 
                                                plain, 
                                                rollin' 
                                                down 
                                                the 
                                                track 
                                                again.
 
                                    
                                
                                                See 
                                                the 
                                                sky 
                                                about 
                                                to 
                                                rain.
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                was 
                                                down 
                                                in 
                                                dixie 
                                                land, 
                                                played 
                                                    a 
                                                silver 
                                                fiddle
 
                                    
                                
                                                Played 
                                                it 
                                                loud 
                                                and 
                                                then 
                                                the 
                                                man 
                                                broke 
                                                it 
                                                down 
                                                the 
                                                middle.
 
                                    
                                
                                                See 
                                                the 
                                                sky 
                                                about 
                                                to 
                                                rain.
 
                                    
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