When It Rains It Pours (Apple Music live) Songtext
von Luke Combs
When It Rains It Pours (Apple Music live) Songtext
Sunday morning, man
She woke up fightin′ mad
Bitchin' and moanin′ on and on
'Bout the time I had
And by Tuesday you could say
That girl was good as gone
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
I bought two 12-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 señorita fishin' down in Panama
And I ain′t gotta see my
Ex-future-mother-in-law anymore
Oh Lord, when it rains it pours
She was sure real quick to up and apologize
When she heard about my newfound 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 thinkin′ that her leavin'
Is the only logical reason
That I got the last spot in the Hooters′ 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 4-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
Well 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
Sing it!
Then I (won a hundred bucks on a scratch-off ticket)
(Bought two 12-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 a radio station
Won a four day three night beach vacation
Deep sea señorita fishin' 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
It′s going off, baby!
She woke up fightin′ mad
Bitchin' and moanin′ on and on
'Bout the time I had
And by Tuesday you could say
That girl was good as gone
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
I bought two 12-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 señorita fishin' down in Panama
And I ain′t gotta see my
Ex-future-mother-in-law anymore
Oh Lord, when it rains it pours
She was sure real quick to up and apologize
When she heard about my newfound 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 thinkin′ that her leavin'
Is the only logical reason
That I got the last spot in the Hooters′ 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 4-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
Well 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
Sing it!
Then I (won a hundred bucks on a scratch-off ticket)
(Bought two 12-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 a radio station
Won a four day three night beach vacation
Deep sea señorita fishin' 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
It′s going off, baby!
Writer(s): Jordan Walker, Luke Albert Combs, Ray Fulcher Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
