Erika Luckett Fire lyrics

There's a dry and howling wind coming down the mountain
Coming down the mountain is a dry and howling wind
Faded curtains billow across the dusty window
Across the dusty window that looks out across the plain.

It's been twelve long weeks and still no sign of rain
Tempers here are growing short and soon these sparks will turn to flame

Fighting fire with fire just makes the fires bigger,
Fighting fire with fire will burn the house down

Old man Bradford living up above Route 16
Packed his goods in his rusty truck and now he says he's gonna leave

Realized what he had to do when his sister from Chicago called.
Came to see when people act this way the biggest room is still too small.

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Sunday's preacher didn't know what to do
He started shouting from the pulpit but still his words didn't get through.

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