Thunderbird was July hot And that muddy lake was the perfect spot For campfires and drinkin’ beer And skippin’ half your senior year Told your mom a little white one She didn’t want you hangin’ out with a son of a small town rough-neck man That’ll never be nothin’ but an oil field hand Showed up with your girlfriend ‘Bout the time a storm rolled in Wind got up it was pourin’ down We could hear the sirens goin’ off in town
Chours: We were kissin’ in the rain, kissin’ in the rain Hittin’ hard like a hurricane Summer nights lit up with lightnin’ Soakin’ wet starin’ in your eyes And we didn’t care a thing about the thunder While the angry sky we were under Was raisin’ cane We were kissin’ in the rain
You got in too late that night And you and momma had a fight You weren’t ever gonna win Never got to see me again
Well, like that storm the days roll by And now and then I still drive Across the dam I my ol’ Ford I’ll get out and walk that shore I still see you standin’ there In blue jeans too wet to wear And hair all drenched and outta place Mascara runnin’ down your face Every time the clouds get low And the sirens start to blow I get a sweet little déjà vu ‘Bout Thunderbird and me and you
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