Lyrics:

It's wetter and wetter

When spring rolls along

It's hotter then hell

Then when we met last fall

But it gets better and better

Every time we touch

A sticky situation we're in

Trapped in the car and it's rainin again

And girl, every time it stops

Lord, I miss it so much

And I wanna take the top off

And throw it in the barn, man

And just put it in drive

Run into the sweet carolina rain

In that sweet carolina rain

We could drive on out to the river again

Just prayin to God that my ship comes in

I'm just a modern day Tom

But an old Huck Finn

Get my guit., pick her out the trunk

And get a pickin', boy

Just to bring me some luck

I'm gonna sweep her off her feet

Like the Southern wind

It's really comin down now

Yeah, it's really comin down now

In that sweet carolina rain

Yeah, that sweet carolina rain

Somethin weird in the middle of the afternoon

A little honky-tonk

Then he'll pettin and ride

Playin' David Alan Cole

Please come to Boston too

Reachin for the little piece of that pie

Hope it don't rain on the stage

'Bout to get it up now

Preacher man's daughter

Said I was goin to Hell (said I was born again)

I'm a little superstious now

Drivin' down the road

Goin a hundred and ten

Braggin' to your mamma's little boy, he's a man

Swear you'll never going to feel that way again

No, no, not until you're back into that

Sweet carolina rain

Yeah, that sweet carolina

Oh that, sweet carolina rain

Yah, that sweet carolina rain

It's really comin down