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"The ungrateful few who tangle inside don't care where they're born, they're growing up wild. The rain makes her thirsty and fightin' to go. Her mind turns determined, dark as a storm. So her love has grown as sharp as a bramble rose. Like a real good woman nobody knows. I get so ashamed for making you blue, I come back to this porch to make it all up to you. The rain's got me thirsty, falling wasteful, and slow. I'm restless enough, And so scared to go. So her love has turned as hard as a bramble rose. Just a real good woman nobody knows. Do you think she'll be happy out on the wind? Do you think she'll get half way 'fore it's rainin' again? Will she find that she's true when it's hardest to be? Well, the notions she follows have all turned on me. Once her love has blown as far as a bramble rose, just a real good woman nobody knows. Just a real good woman nobody knows. "