Rainy Summer Blues

D C Cigarettes, vodka and an old George Jones song D C Can't really tell you why I hung around so long. Bm D There's room at the top, but I'm staring straight down. Bm D My eyes planted there like it's all that I've found. D C I never knew the skies would turn such a hue D C It all went to black the day I found out about you. Bm D Well I'd seen the rain fall hard before Bm D But that was the hardest I'd ever felt it pour. Bm D And the rain it keeps pourin' down A I can hear it from my window Bm D Every time I hear your name A It comes again, here comes the rain. No need for the sprinklers out on the lawn ‘Cause a frog strangler is a comin' right on. Other storms I weathered, well they came and they went. With nothing to show, but they sure left me bent. Oh, they sure left me bent. Headed out again in this pouring down rain, I can't hardly see out, but I ain't going back again With these cigarettes, this vodka and an old George Jones song I can't really tell you why I hung around so long. No, I can't really tell you why I stuck around so long.