Tekstovi: Craig Morgan. My Kind of Livin. Rain For the Roses.

It's 98 in the shade an' Mr. Rose is rollin' hay
Eighty acres down an' ten to go
Clouds are buildin' in the south, he knows time is runnin' out
An' there goes that tractor's radiator hose

There ain't no tricks in his straw hat, he walks a quarter mile back
An' Miss Rose hears him slam that ol' screen door
What he sees as wasted time is a blessing in disguise
Oh, he's cussin' what she's been prayin' for

The day turned dark as night, and in her eyes he saw the light
He hadn't taken the time to notice
From Heaven, it poured down on that little old farm house
Lord knows what to do when love needs time for growin'
He sends rain for the Roses

She pulled down the window blinds even though the sun wasn't shinin'
The rain tapped out a love song on that old tin roof
Wrapped up in the covers, they held on to each other
Like new lovers on their honeymoon

The day turned dark as night, an' in her eyes he saw the light
He hadn't taken the time to notice
From Heaven, it poured down on that little old farm house
Lord knows what to do when love needs time for growin'
He sends rain for the Roses

Lord knows what to do when love needs time for growin'
(He sends rain for the Roses)
The Lord sends rain for the Roses