My daddy spent his life lookin’ up at the sky
He’d cuss, kick the dust, sayin’, “Son, it’s way too dry”
If 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 boggin’ up, my buddies pile up in my truck
We hunt our honeys down, we take ‘em into town
Start washin’ all our worries down the drain
Rain is a good thing

Ain’t nothin’ like a kiss out back in the barn
Ringin’ out our soakin’ clothes, ridin’ out a thunderstorm
When the tin roof gets to talkin’, that’s the best love we make
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 boggin’ up, my buddies pile up in my truck
We hunt our honeys down, we take ‘em into town
Start washin’ 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 playin’ in a big mud puddle

Rain makes corn, corn makes whiskey
Whiskey makes my baby
Back roads are boggin’ up, my buddies pile up in my truck
We hunt our honeys down, we take ‘em into town
Start washin’ 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
My daddy spent his life lookin’ up at the sky
He’d cuss, kick the dust, sayin’, “Son, it’s way too dry”
If it clouds up in the city, the weather man complains