Rainy Summer Blues - Chris Edwards

Cigarettes, vodka and an old George Jones song

Can’t really tell you why I hung around so long.

There’s room at the top, but I’m staring straight down.

My eyes planted there like it’s all that I’ve found.

I never knew the skies would turn such a hue

It all went to black the day I found out about you.

Well I’d seen the rain fall hard before

But that was the hardest I’d ever felt it pour.

And the rain it keeps pourin' down

I can hear it from my window

Every time I hear your name

It comes again, here comes the rain.

No need for the sprinklers out on the lawn

'Cause a frog strangler is a comin' right on.

Other storms I weathered, well they came and they went.

With nothing to show, but they sure left me bent.

Oh, they sure left me bent.

And the rain it keeps pourin' down

I can hear it from my window

Every time I hear your name

It comes again, here comes the rain.

Here comes the rain.

Headed out again in this pouring down rain,

I can’t hardly see out, but I ain’t going back again

With these cigarettes, this vodka and an old George Jones song

I can’t really tell you why I hung around so long.

No, I can’t really tell you why I stuck around so long.