Текст песни Raining Horses - Corb Lund

Well, you would, but you can't sell her
You ain't got the heart to tell her
She'd be loaded up and shipped off
On that truck to you know where

And if you're gonna feed her
You might as well just breed her
'Cause the last thing this place needs
Is another open mare

It's raining horses, we just may drown
In a flood of palominos
Paints and greys and bays and browns
It's raining horses, it's coming down
'Round here it ain't cats and dogs
But colts that hit the ground

The forecast calls for foaling
With zero chance of knowing
If the lead or if the weather's
Gonna change on down the line

Well, the kids can't even ride her
'Cause what if there inside her
Is the one that spins and slides
And finally makes it all worthwhile

It's raining horses, we just may drown
In a flood of palominos
Paints and greys and bays and browns
It's raining horses, it's coming down
'Round here it ain't cats and dogs
But colts that hit the ground

If I could only see into the futurity
And if a cloud with silver lining waited there
Well, I wouldn't mind so much
That it keeps pourin' down these ponies
And I'd make sure that I was always where

It's raining horses, we just may drown
In a flood sea of palominos
Paints and greys and bays and browns
It's raining horses, it's coming down
'Round here it ain't cats and dogs
But colts that hit the ground