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 kill 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

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