Текст песни Reasons (The Writer's Cut) - Luke Combs

Sunday morning, man, she woke up fighting mad
Bitching and moaning on and on 'bout the time I had
And by Tuesday, you could say that girl was good as gone
And then when Thursday came around, I was all alone
So I went for a drive to clear my mind
Ended up at a Shell on I-65
Then I won a hundred bucks on a scratch-off ticket
Bought two twelve-packs and a tank of gas with it
She swore they were a waste of time, oh, but she was wrong
I was caller number five on a radio station
Won a four-day, three-night beach vacation
Deep sea, senorita, fishing down in Panama
And I ain't gotta see my ex-future-mother-in-law anymore
Oh Lord, when it rains it pours
Now she was sure real quick to up and apologize
When she heard about my new found luck on that FM dial
And it's crazy how lately now, it just seems to come in waves
What I thought was gonna be the death of me was my saving grace
It's got me thinking that her leaving
Is the only logical reason
That I got the last spot in the Hooter's parking lot
And the waitress left her number on my check with a heart
She picked up on the first ring when I gave her a call
And I only spent five bucks at the Moose Club raffle
Won a used four-wheeler and three free passes
For me and two of my buddies to play a round of golf
And I ain't gotta see my ex-future-mother-in-law anymore
Oh Lord, when it rains it pours
When it rains it pours
I've been on one hell of a redneck roll for three weeks now
And it all started on the day that she walked out
Then I won a hundred bucks on a scratch-off ticket
Bought two twelve-packs and a tank of gas with it
She swore they were a waste of time, oh, but she was wrong
And I was caller number five on the radio station
Won a four-day, three-night beach vacation
Deep sea, senorita, fishing down in Panama
And I ain't gotta see my ex-future-mother-in-law anymore
Oh Lord, when it rains it pours
When it rains it pours