My daddy spent his life looking up at the sky
He'd cuss, kick the dust, saying: "Son, it's way too dry"
It clouds up in the city, the weather man 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
Back roads are bogging up, my buddies pile up in my truck
We hunt our honeys down, we take 'em into town
Start washing all our worries down the drain
Rain is a good thing

Ain't nothing like a kiss out back in the barn
Wringing out our soaking clothes, riding out a thunderstorm
When tin roof gets to talking, that's the best love 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
Back roads are bogging up, my buddies pile up in my truck
We hunt our honeys down, we take 'em into town
Start washing all our worries 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
Back roads are bogging up, my buddies pile up in my truck
We hunt our honeys down, we take 'em into town
Start washing all our worries down the drain
Rain is a good thing

Rain is a good thing
Rain is a good thing
Rain is a good thing