作詞
Luke Combs/Ray Fulcher/Jordan Walker
作曲
Luke Combs/Ray Fulcher/Jordan Walker
Sunday morning, man,
she woke up fighting mad
Bitching and moaning
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
Bought two twelve packs
and a tank of gas with it
She swore they were a waist of time,
oh, but she was wrong
I was caller number 5 on a radio station,
won a 4-day, 3-night, beach vacation
Deep sea, senorita, fishing down in Panama
And I ain't gotta see my ex
future mother-in-law anymore
Oh lord, when it rains it pours
Now she was sure real
quick to up and apologize
When she heard about my new
found luck on that FM dial
And it's crazy how this now just
seems to come in when
What I thought was gonna be
the death of me was my saving grace
It's got me thinking that her
leaving is the only logical reason
That I got the last spot in the Hooter's 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 four-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 a hell of
a redneck road for three weeks now
And it all started on the day
that she walked out
Then I won a hundred bucks
on a scratch off ticket
Bought two twelve packs
and a tank of gas with it
She swore they were a waist of time,
oh, but she was wrong
I was caller number 5 on a radio station,
won a 4-day, 3-night, beach vacation
Deep sea, senorita,
fishing 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
