Well, I hear that old John Deere tractor

At the low water bridge

Pulling the young drinkers across

He's dragging so many on this Saturday night

I can smell that old tractor's exhaust

But the rain on the roof sounds so pretty

And the cowboys I fear for the most

Medina done broke from its ragged old pen

And is making a run for the coast

Well, there's a place down on Main Street

Right across from the bank

Somebody drew on the line

About twenty foot up on that Frontier Hotel

Where it crested back in twenty-nine

Well, they say it took most of this little old town

'Cause we live on what they call the plain

Well, I read all about it in the cafe downtown

Where they got that old newspaper framed

But the rain on the roof sounds so pretty

And the cowboys I fear for the most

Medina done broke from its ragged old pen

And is making a run for the coast

My grandmother called about ten minutes ago

Like she does almost every night

She said they come home way early from the old rodeo

When a big bolt had knocked out the lights

Well, she said a cowboy got buckin'

Just before it went dark

On a bull that they called 'Trick or Treat'

And 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

Medina done broke from its ragged old pen

And is making a run for the coast

Medina done broke from its ragged old pen

And is making a run for the coast