Lyrics: My daddy spend his life looking up at the sky. He cuss kick the dust saying son it’s way too dry. Clouds up in the city the weatherman 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 backroads are bargain up my buddies pile up in my truck we hunt our honey down, we take em into town. Start washing all our words down the drain, rain is a good thing. Ain’t nothing like a kiss out back in the barn, ringing out our soaking clothes riding down a thunderstorm when the tin roof gets to talking that’s the best of what we made. Yeah where I come from, rain is a good thing, rain makes corn, corn makes whiskey, whiskey makes my baby, feel a little frisky backroads are bargain up my buddies pile up in my truck we hunt our honey down, we take em into town, start washing all our words down the drain, rain is a good thing, farmer Johnson does a little dance creeks on the rise roll up your pants country girls they wanna cuddle kids out playing in a big mud puddle rain makes corn, corn makes whiskey, whiskey makes my baby, feel a little frisky backroads are bargain up my buddies pile up in my truck we hunt our honey down we take em into town, start washing all our words down the drain, rain is a good thing, rain is a good thing, rain is a good thing, oh rain is a good thing
