Текст и слова песни Chris Edwards – Rainy Summer Blues
Cigarettes, vodka and an old George Jones song
Can't really tell you why I hung around so long.
There's room at the top, but I'm staring straight down.
My eyes planted there like it's all that I've found.
I never knew the skies would turn such a hue
It all went to black the day I found out about you.
Well I'd seen the rain fall hard before
But that was the hardest I'd ever felt it pour.
And the rain it keeps pourin' down
I can hear it from my window
Every time I hear your name
It comes again, here comes the rain.
No need for the sprinklers out on the lawn
'Cause a frog strangler is a comin' right on.
Other storms I weathered, well they came and they went.
With nothing to show, but they sure left me bent.
Oh, they sure left me bent.
And the rain it keeps pourin' down
I can hear it from my window
Every time I hear your name
It comes again, here comes the rain.
Here comes the rain.
Headed out again in this pouring down rain,
I can't hardly see out, but I ain't going back again
With these cigarettes, this vodka and an old George Jones song
I can't really tell you why I hung around so long.
No, I can't really tell you why I stuck around so long.
Can't really tell you why I hung around so long.
There's room at the top, but I'm staring straight down.
My eyes planted there like it's all that I've found.
I never knew the skies would turn such a hue
It all went to black the day I found out about you.
Well I'd seen the rain fall hard before
But that was the hardest I'd ever felt it pour.
And the rain it keeps pourin' down
I can hear it from my window
Every time I hear your name
It comes again, here comes the rain.
No need for the sprinklers out on the lawn
'Cause a frog strangler is a comin' right on.
Other storms I weathered, well they came and they went.
With nothing to show, but they sure left me bent.
Oh, they sure left me bent.
And the rain it keeps pourin' down
I can hear it from my window
Every time I hear your name
It comes again, here comes the rain.
Here comes the rain.
Headed out again in this pouring down rain,
I can't hardly see out, but I ain't going back again
With these cigarettes, this vodka and an old George Jones song
I can't really tell you why I hung around so long.
No, I can't really tell you why I stuck around so long.
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