Lyrics




My daddy spent his life looking up at the sky
He'd cuss, kick the dust, saying "Son, it's way too dry"
Clouds up in the city, the weatherman complains
But where I come from, rain is a good thing
Rain makes corn
Corn makes whiskey
Whiskey makes my baby feel a little frisky
Back roads are bogging up
My buddies pile up in my truck
We hunt our honeys down
We take 'em into town
Start washing all our worries down the drain
Rain is a good thing
Ain't nothing like a kiss out back in the barn
Wringing out our soaking clothes, riding out a thunderstorm
When the tin roof gets to talking, it's the best love we've made
Yeah, where I come from, rain is a good thing
Rain makes corn
Corn makes whiskey
Whiskey makes my baby feel a little frisky
Back roads are bogging up
My buddies pile up in my truck
We hunt our honeys down
We take 'em into town
Start washing all our worries down the drain
Rain is a good thing
Farmer Johnson does a little dance
Creek's on the rise, roll up your pants
Country girls, they wanna cuddle
Kids out playing in a big mud puddle
Rain makes corn
Corn makes whiskey
Whiskey makes my baby feel a little frisky
Back roads are bogging up
My buddies pile up in my truck
We hunt our honeys down
We take 'em into town
Start washing all our worries down the drain
Rain is a good thing
Rain is a good thing
Rain is a good thing
Rain is a good thing




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