Thunderbird was July hot now
|
Muddy lake was the perfect spot for
|
Camp fire, drinkin' beer
|
Skippin' half your senior year
|
|
Told your mama little white one
|
She didn't want you hangin' out in the sun
|
With a small town roughneck man
|
That will never be nothin' but an old field hand
|
|
Shut up with your girl friend
|
'Bout the time a storm rode in
|
Wind got up, it was pourin' down
|
We could hear the sirens goin' off in town
|
|
We were kissin' in the rain, kissin' in the rain
|
Hittin' hard like a hurricane
|
Summer nights lit up with lightnin'
|
Soakin' wet starin' in your eyes and
|
|
We didn't care a thing about the thunder
|
While the angry sky we were under
|
Was raisin' Cane
|
We were kissin' in the rain
|
|
You got in too late that night
|
And you and mama had a fight
|
You weren't ever gonna win
|
Never got to see me again
|
|
Well, I get storm the days roll by
|
Now and then I still drive
|
Cross the dam in my old Ford
|
I get out and walk that shore
|
|
I still see you standin' there
|
Blue jeans too wet to wear
|
Hair all drenched and out of place
|
And mascara runnin' down your face
|
|
Every time the clouds get low
|
And the sirens start to blow
|
I get a sweet little dA¨ĪjA? vu
|
My Thunderbird, me and you
|
|
Were kissin' in the rain, kissin' in the rain
|
Hittin' hard like a hurricane
|
Summer nights lit up with lightnin'
|
Soakin' wet starin' in your eyes and
|
|
We didn't care a thing about the thunder
|
While the angry sky we were under
|
Was raisin' Cane
|
We were kissin' in the rain
|
Yeah
|
Kissin' in the rain
|
|
-----------------
|
Kissin' In The Rain
|
| Toby Keith |
