My daddy spent his life lookin' up at the sky
He'd cuss, kick the dust, sayin' son it's way too dry
It clouds up in the city, the weather [bad word] But where [bad word] from, rain is a good thing
 [bad word] 
Rain makes corn, corn makes whiskey
Whiskey makes my baby feel a little frisky
Back roads are boggin' up, my buddies pile up in my [bad word] We hunt our honeys down, we take 'em into town
Start washin' all our worries down the drain
Rain is a good thing

(Verse 2)
Ain't nothin' like a kiss out back in the barn
Wringin' out our soakin' clothes, ridin' out a thunderstorm
When tin roof gets to talkin'; that's the best love we made
Yea where [bad word] from, rain is a good thing

Repeat [bad word] 
(Bridge)
Farmer Johnson does a little dance
Creeks on the rise, roll up your pants
Country girls, they wanna cuddle
Kids out playin' in a big mud puddle