My daddy spent his life lookin' up at the sky
He'd cuss kick the dust, sayin' the sun is way too dry
If it clouds up in the city, the weather man complains
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 'em in the town
Start washin' all our worries down the drain
Rain is a good thing.