So the story goes
Her folks where nearly down and out
Farming the dry county

In the middle of that drought
And with a baby coming
And a fever on the brain

Out of desperation
The did call that baby Rain


Soon as Rain was born
It seems their luck just turned around
The heavens opened up

And cats and dogs came pourin' down
By the time I her
It was taken as a fact

She had the kind of magic
The rest of us lacked


CHORUS:
My soul is dry as cotton
And my soul's dry as a bone

It's been a month of Sundays
Now this burnin' sun has shone
I wait all day for...

At night pray for...
Rain


She had the kind of beauty
Unlike anyone I'd known
She had the kind of look

That could get love out of a stone
But it was soon apparent
That the love was all in vain

And that a man should never
Ever fall in love with Rain


These days I cast my eyes
Across the fields I've plowed
To the far horizon where I

Hope to find a cloud
I keep my two ears listening
For a whisper in the wind

And dream about the gentle touch
Of Rain' upon my skin


REPEAT CHORUS