Mitch Rossell - Prayin' It Don't Rain lyrics

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Daddy sent me down to the hardware store

To get some red paint for the new barn door

When I pulled in the parking lot there she stood

Well, I smiled at her, and she winked at me

She said nice to meet you, I’m Emily

And she wrote her number in the dust, on my hood

Well, I left my cell phone back at home,

And I ain’t got a pen

And I could smell a storm a comin’ in the wind.

So, Lord please bless this truck

The tires are as worn as this old clutch

In third gear it always likes to stick

And I need to get home quick

One drop of water could change it all

So, god please don’t let it fall

It’s just five more miles to Cherry Lane

And I’m prayin’ it don’t rain.

Daddy’d kill me if he knew

I was prayin’ against something the crops could use

But daddy ain’t seen them legs on Emily

Well, I’ve outrun my buddies and the sheriff now

On the back roads in this town

But I ain’t ever tried to outrun a storm cloud

So, Lord please bless this truck

The tires are as worn as this old clutch

In third gear it always likes to stick

And I need to get home quick

One drop of water could change it all

So, god please don’t let it fall

It’s just three more miles to Cherry Lane

And I’m prayin’ it don’t rain

Oh, rain, rain stay away

Won’t you come again another day?

And so much ain’t ridin’ on, “Goodbye Chevrolet”.

So, Lord please bless this truck

The tires are as worn as this old clutch

In third gear it always likes to stick

And I need to get home quick

One drop of water could change it all

So god please don’t let it fall

It’s just one more mile to Cherry Lane

And I’m prayin’ it don’t rain

I’m prayin’ it don’t rain

I’m prayin’ it don’t rain

I’m prayin’ it don’t rain