Well I hear that ol' John Deere tractor
   At the low water bridge
   Pullin' them drinkers across
   He's draggin so many on this Saturday nigh
   I can smell that ol' tractor's exhaust
  
   But the rain on the roof sounds so pretty
   And the cowboys I fear for the most
   The Medina done broke from it's ragged ol' pen
   And it's makin a run for the coast
  
   There's a place down on Main Street
   Right across from the bank
   Where somebody drew on a line
   Bout twenty foot up on that frontier hotel
   Where it crested back in '29
   Well they said it took most of this little ol' town
   Cause we live on what they call the plain
   Well I read all about it in the cafe downtown
   Where they got that ol' newspaper framed
  
   But the rain on the roof sounds so pretty
   And the cowboys I fear for the most
   The Medina done broke from it's ragged ol' pen
   And it's makin a run for the coast
  
   My grandmother called me 'bout 10 minutes ago
   Like she does almost every night
   She said they have come home way early
   From the ol' rodeo
   When a big bolt had knocked out the light
   She said a cowboy got buckin' just before it went dark
   On a bull they called Trick 'r' Treat
   Ain't nobody saw if he finished his ride
   So I guess I'll forget about sleep
  
   But the rain on the roof sounds so pretty
   And the cowboys I fear for the most
   The Medina done broke from it's ragged ol' pen
   And it's makin a run for the coast
  
   The Medina done broke from it's ragged ol' pen
   And it's makin a run for the coast