Southside Johnny & the Asbury Jukes
Southside Johnny & the Asbury Jukes - Looks Like Rain lyrics
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Looks Like Rain (J. Lyon) She caught the five-fifteen to Reno Said she'd phone me in a week I had a ten-spot in my pocket And her lipstick on my cheek I still hear that railroad whistle Blowing like a hurricane Weatherman says fair tomorrow But tonight it looks like rain I had a gypsy take me downtown To my usual port o' call Where everyone's a drunken sailor Waiting on a call I took my ivy-covered cottage And slowly poured it down the drain Weatherman says fair tomorrow But tonight it looks like rain I mumble that I'm better off Shout out that I don't care But the whiskey takes my drunken words And throws them down the stairs From the black-and-white above the bar I hear that same sad refrain Weatherman says fair tomorrow But tonight it looks like rain Well no no no no No, people I haven't gone insane It's just that mean old southern whiskey Clouding up my brain It's just that mean old Southern whiskey Dragging me down again Lord, Lord, Lord, I wish she'd never caught that train Weatherman says fair tomorrow But tonight it looks like rain