Lyrics:

My daddy spent his life lookin' up at the sky
He'd cuss kick the dust, say this sun is way to dry
If it clouds up in the city, the weather man com-plains
But where I come from, rain is a good thing

Rain makes corn, corn makes whiskey
Whiskey makes my baby, feel a little frisky
Back roads are cloggin' up, my buddies pile up in my truck
We hunt our hunnies down, we'll take all into town
Start washin' all our worries down the drain
Rain is a good thing, rain is a good thing

Ain't nothin' like a kiss out back in the barn
Ringin' out our soakin' clothes, ridin' out a thunderstorm
The tin roof gets to talkin'; it's the best of what we made
Yea where I come from, rain is a good thing

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Farmer Johnson does a little dance
Creeks on the rise, well above your pants
Country girls, they wanna cuddle
Kids out playin' in a big mud puddle

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