It's hotter than hell than when we met last fall
It gets better and better every time we touch
A sticky situation we're in
We're trapped in the car and it's raining again
And girl every time it stops
Lord, I miss it so much
And I want to take the top off
And throw it in the barn, man
And just put it in drive
Run into that
Sweet Carolina Rain
(Sweet Carolina Rain)
In that Sweet Carolina Rain
(Sweet Carolina Rain)
We would drive on out to the river again
Just-a prayin' to god my ship comes in
I'm just a modern day Tom but an old Huck Finn
Get my guit
Pick her out the trunk
And get pickin' boy just to bring me some luck
And I will sweep her off her feet like the southern wind
It's really comin' down now
Yeah, well
It's really comin' down now
In that Sweet Carolina Rain
(Sweet Carolina Rain)
Yeah that Sweet Carolina Rain
(Sweet Carolina Rain)
It's soakin' wet in the middle of the afternoon
A little honky tonk
Heavy pettin and rye
Playin' David Allen Coe
Well, please come to Boston too
Yeah, reaching for a little piece of that pie
I pray a man loves to feel the rain on his face
Well, they eat it up now
Preacher man's daughter said I was goin' to hell
And I'm a little superstitious now
Driving down the road going a hundred and ten
Braggin' to your mama's little boy he's a man
You swear you'll never feel that way again
No not 'til you're back in that
Sweet Carolina Rain
(Sweet Carolina Rain)
Yeah that Sweet Carolina Rain
(Sweet Carolina Rain)
Oh that Sweet Carolina Rain
(Sweet Carolina Rain)
Yeah that Sweet
It gets wetter and when spring rolls along It's hotter than hell than when we met last fall It gets better and better every time we touch A sticky situation we're in We're trapped in the car and it's raining again And girl every time it stops Lord, I miss it so much And I want to take the top off And throw it in the barn, man And just put it in drive Run into that Sweet Carolina Rain (Sweet Carolina Rain) In that Sweet Carolina Rain (Sweet Carolina Rain) We would drive on out to the river again Just-a prayin' to god my ship comes in I'm just a modern day Tom but an old Huck Finn Get my guit Pick her out the trunk And get pickin' boy just to bring me some luck And I will sweep her off her feet like the southern wind It's really comin' down now Yeah, well It's really comin' down now In that Sweet Carolina Rain (Sweet Carolina Rain) Yeah that Sweet Carolina Rain (Sweet Carolina Rain) It's soakin' wet in the middle of the afternoon A little honky tonk Heavy pettin and rye Playin' David Allen Coe Well, please come to Boston too Yeah, reaching for a little piece of that pie I pray a man loves to feel the rain on his face Well, they eat it up now Preacher man's daughter said I was goin' to hell And I'm a little superstitious now Driving down the road going a hundred and ten Braggin' to your mama's little boy he's a man You swear you'll never feel that way again No not 'til you're back in that Sweet Carolina Rain (Sweet Carolina Rain) Yeah that Sweet Carolina Rain (Sweet Carolina Rain) Oh that Sweet Carolina Rain (Sweet Carolina Rain) Yeah that Sweet Explain Request ×
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