Sweet Carolina Rain
It's wetter when the spring rolls along
It's hotter than hell when we met last fall
It gets better and better every time we touch
A sticky situation we're in
Trapped in the car and it's raining again
And girl every time it stops
Lord, I miss it so much
And I want to take the top off
And throw it in the barn, man
And just put it in drive
And run in to that sweet Carolina rain
Yeah, that sweet Carolina rain
We drive on out to the river again
Just praying to God my ship comes in
I'm just a modern-day Tom but an old Huck Finn
Get my guit - pick her out the trunk
Get the pick, boy, just to bring me some luck
And I'm gonna sweep her off her feet like the southern wind
It's really coming down now
Yeah, well, it's really coming down now
That sweet Carolina rain
Yeah, that sweet Carolina rain
Soaking wet in the middle of the afternoon
A little honky-tonk in every blaring ride
Playing "David Allen Coe please come to Boston" tune
Yeah, reaching for a little piece of that pie
A brave man lost feel of the rain on his face
About to it eat up now
The preacher man's daughter said I was born again
I'm a little superstitious now
Driving down the road going a hundred and ten
Bragging to your mama's little boy he's a man
You swear you'll never feel that way again
Now, now, until you're back in that sweet Carolina rain
Yeah, that sweet Carolina rain
Ah, that sweet Carolina rain
Yeah, that sweet Carolina rain