Her daddy hated his tattoos but she was in love with a baby due In September, early September.
So they called the kinfolk, set up the bar Threw some chairs out in the yard And got a preacher, a pentecostal preacher
And the man on the evening news Promised sunny and 72 but
You can't trust the weater man Makes his livin' off a lucky chanse Whole crowd was soaken wet Mud all over momma's dress
No sign of the sun But a sure fire sign of things to come One thing you can plan Is You can't trust the weater man
Six months after the knot got tied There were diapers and a double wide They couldn't pay for one day they had a brainstorm
She'd pull the gun he'd crack the safe They pulled it off and they pulled away They were laughin' 'til they saw lights flashin'
Forecast on the radio Never even mentioned snow but
You can't trust the weatherman Makes his livin' off a lucky chanse Cop car hit a path of ice Hit a rail flipped on its side
That couple got away Cops only had one thing to blame Shook off the snow, threw up their hands Said, you can't trust the weather man
They hid their cash under the bed Of that condo in Club Med Where the chance of sunshine is One hundred percent but
You can't trust the weatherman Makes his livin' off a lucky chance Hurricane came rippin' trough Tore that condo right in two
Stuff scattered everywhere Stolen money flyin' trough the air And if you wonder how the story ends They're back out in the sticks again So remember when you're makin' plans You can't trust the weatherman
You can't trust the weatherman No, You can't, can't trust the weathermanTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
