Tom Paxton – Strange Rain

Tom Paxton – Strange Rain Lyrics

Artist: Tom Paxton
Song: Strange Rain

Strange rain falling around us
All day
Every day
Strange rain falling around us

And what will become of my baby?
Baby, my baby
Much too little to run
Baby, my baby

What will become of my son?
Measuring death for a suit, Lord
All day
Every day

They’re measuring death for a suit, Lord
And what will become of my baby?
Baby, my baby
Much too little to run

Baby, my baby
And what will become of my son?
My kid don’t eat what I feed him
All day

Every day
My kid won’t eat what I feed him
And what will become of my baby?
Baby, my baby

Much too little to run
Baby, my baby
And what will become of my son?
Strange rain falling around us

All day
Every day
There’s strange rain falling around us
And what will become of my son?
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Release Year: 2019