When It Rains It Pours Song Lyrics by Luke Combs
Sunday morning, manShe woke up fightin’ mad
Bitchin’ and moanin’ on and on‘Bout the time I hadAnd by Tuesday you could sayThat girl was good as goneThen when Thursday came around I was all aloneSo I went for a drive to clear my mindEnded up at a Shell on I-65
Then I won a hundred bucks on a scratch-off ticketI bought two 12-packs and a tank of gas with itShe swore they were a waste of timeOh, but she was wrong
I was caller number five on a radio stationWon a four day, three night beach vacationDeep sea señorita fishin’ down in PanamaAnd I ain’t gotta see myEx-future-mother-in-law anymoreOh Lord, when it rains it pours
Now she was sure real quick to up and apologizeWhen she heard about my newfound luckOn that FM dialAnd it’s crazy how lately nowIt just seems to come in wavesWhat I thought was gonna be the death of meWas my saving graceIt’s got me thinkin’ that her leavin’Is the only logical reason
That I got the last spot in the Hooters’ parking lotAnd the waitress left her number on my check with a heartShe picked up on the first ring when I gave her a callAnd I only spent five bucks at the Moose Club raffleWon a used 4-wheeler and three free passesFor me and two of my buddies to play a round of golfAnd I ain’t gotta see myEx-future-mother-in-law anymoreOh Lord, when it rains it poursWhen it rains it pours
Well I’ve been on one hell of a redneck rollFor three weeks nowAnd it all started on the day that she walked out
Then I won a hundred bucks on a scratch-off ticketBought two 12-packs and a tank of gas with itShe swore they were a waste of timeOh, but she was wrongAnd I was caller number five on a radio stationWon a four day three night beach vacationDeep sea señorita fishin’ down in PanamaAnd I ain’t gotta see myEx-future-mother-in-law anymoreOh Lord, when it rains it pours
When it rains it pours