| My daddy spent his life lookin’up at the sky
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| He’d cuss, kick the dust, sayin’son it’s way too dry
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| It clouds up in the city, the weather man complains
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| But where I come from, rain is a good thing
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| Rain makes corn, corn makes whiskey
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| Whiskey makes my baby feel a little frisky
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| Back roads are boggin’up, my buddies pile up in my truck
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| We hunt our honeys down, we take 'em into town
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| Start washin’all our worries down the drain
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| Rain is a good thing
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| Ain’t nothin’like a kiss out back in the barn
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| Wringin’out our soakin’clothes, ridin’out a thunderstorm
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| When tin roof gets to talkin’that’s the best love we made
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| Yea where I come from, rain is a good thing
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| Repeat Chorus
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| (Bridge)
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| Farmer Johnson does a little dance
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| Creeks on the rise, roll up your pants
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| Country girls, they wanna cuddle
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| Kids out playin’in a big mud puddle
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| Repeat Chorus
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| Rain is a good thing, rain is a good thing, rain is a good thing |