"Praying Like Hell For Rain" lyrics

I'm from a one-horse town in Oklahoma
That goes by an Indian name
We took off for California
When that damned old Dust Bowl came
We headed out west with nothing
Hitched a ride on an old freight train
Cold, dead broke and hungry
I'm praying like hell for rain

I'm from deep down south of Mississippi
My hero was Jesse James
I grew up mean and ornery
Caused my Mama pain
Spent a little time in Parchman
Dragging that ball and chain
Bustin' rock and pickin' that cotton
Praying like hell for rain

Rain, rain, come on down
Save a lost soul like me
Rain, rain, come on down
Come on down and set me free
Yeah, come on down and set me free

Grandaddy was a holy roller preacher
Mine was a moonshine man
Made a living from passing that offering plate
Mine kept a gun in his hand
Highway 61, Route 66
Brother, they're both the same
Way out west or way down south
We're praying like hell for rain

Yeah, rain, rain, come on down
Save a lost soul like me
Rain, rain, come on down
Come on down and set me free
Yeah, come on down and set me free

Well, rain, rain, come on down
Save a lost soul like me
Rain, rain, come on down
Come on down and set me free

Yeah, rain, rain, come on down
Save a lost soul like me
Rain, rain, come on down
Come on down and set me free
Yeah, come on down and set me free
Yeah, come on down and set me free
Yeah, come on down and set me free