WRITTEN BY: OWEN TEMPLE
Well’s drying up and the creek is gone
Dust is flying, cows are skin and bone
Drought like this could drive you from your home
But we’re one day closer to rain
Weatherman stands there waving his arms
But there’s no more bales of hay down in the barn
Corn crop’s dead on my old man’s farm
He said we’re one day closer to rain
My brother works at a bank in San Antonio
Said the Feds locked the doors two weeks ago
Numbers didn’t add up and their business was slow
One day closer to rain
Hurricane last summer from the Gulf of Mexico
Ran aground and dumped an ocean on San Angelo
It was flooding in the desert just a year ago
So we’re one day closer to rain
Won’t be water, be fire next time
But a forty day flood would suit me just fine
Be on the deck of an ark with a fishing line
If we’re one day closer to rain
Well’s drying up and the creek is gone
Dust is flying, cows are skin and bone
Drought like this could drive you from your home
But we’re one day closer to rain
One day closer to rain
© 2011 Owen Temple Music (BMI)
