Mitch Rossell - Prayin' It Don't Rain lyrics

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 k** 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