Sippin' on some sweet tea, watchin' the clouds roll in
Raindrops on my windshield, paintin' a picture of sin
I can almost smell the earth, drinkin' in the rain
Cornfields swayin' in the wind, playin' their own little game
Rain makes corn, corn makes whiskey
Whiskey makes my baby, feel a little frisky
Rainy days and cornfields, the heart of the land
Just me, my girl, and the work of His hands
Woke up to the sound of thunder, know the rain's on the way
Grab my boots and my hat, head out to the fields to play
Mud on my boots, sweat on my brow
Feel the rhythm of the earth, oh so loud
Rain makes corn, corn makes whiskey
Whiskey makes my baby, feel a little frisky
Rainy days and cornfields, the heart of the land
Just me, my girl, and the work of His hands
The smell of the rain, the feel of the wind
The taste of the whiskey, the touch of her skin
This life is simple, but it's all I need
Rainy days and cornfields, that's where I'm free
Rain makes corn, corn makes whiskey
Whiskey makes my baby, feel a little frisky
Rainy days and cornfields, the heart of the land
Just me, my girl, and the work of His hands
In the heart of the country, where the rain meets the land
Rainy days and cornfields, that's where I'll always stand
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Sippin' on some sweet tea, watchin' the clouds roll in
Raindrops on my windshield, paintin' a picture of sin
I can almost smell the earth, drinkin' in the rain
Cornfields swayin' in the wind, playin' their own little game
Rain makes corn, corn makes whiskey
Whiskey makes my baby, feel a little frisky
Rainy days and cornfields, the heart of the land
Just me, my girl, and the work of His hands
Woke up to the sound of thunder, know the rain's on the way
Grab my boots and my hat, head out to the fields to play
Mud on my boots, sweat on my brow
Feel the rhythm of the earth, oh so loud
Rain makes corn, corn makes whiskey
Whiskey makes my baby, feel a little frisky
Rainy days and cornfields, the heart of the land
Just me, my girl, and the work of His hands
The smell of the rain, the feel of the wind
The taste of the whiskey, the touch of her skin
This life is simple, but it's all I need
Rainy days and cornfields, that's where I'm free
Rain makes corn, corn makes whiskey
Whiskey makes my baby, feel a little frisky
Rainy days and cornfields, the heart of the land
Just me, my girl, and the work of His hands
In the heart of the country, where the rain meets the land
Rainy days and cornfields, that's where I'll always stand
Raindrops on my windshield, paintin' a picture of sin
I can almost smell the earth, drinkin' in the rain
Cornfields swayin' in the wind, playin' their own little game
Rain makes corn, corn makes whiskey
Whiskey makes my baby, feel a little frisky
Rainy days and cornfields, the heart of the land
Just me, my girl, and the work of His hands
Woke up to the sound of thunder, know the rain's on the way
Grab my boots and my hat, head out to the fields to play
Mud on my boots, sweat on my brow
Feel the rhythm of the earth, oh so loud
Rain makes corn, corn makes whiskey
Whiskey makes my baby, feel a little frisky
Rainy days and cornfields, the heart of the land
Just me, my girl, and the work of His hands
The smell of the rain, the feel of the wind
The taste of the whiskey, the touch of her skin
This life is simple, but it's all I need
Rainy days and cornfields, that's where I'm free
Rain makes corn, corn makes whiskey
Whiskey makes my baby, feel a little frisky
Rainy days and cornfields, the heart of the land
Just me, my girl, and the work of His hands
In the heart of the country, where the rain meets the land
Rainy days and cornfields, that's where I'll always stand
Writer: Michael Root
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