POURING IN THE DRIVING RAIN
George Smith - (c) 2003


Dark clouds gather on the horizon;
I can tell by the look in her eyes `n'
The tone of her voice...
That she's made a choice...
The skies open up, the bottom falls out,
Everything's all over, she leaves no doubt,
That we are through...
What am I to do?

And I find myself ----

Chorus:
Pouring - in the driving rain,
Trying - to find someone to blame;
Whiskey and water,
It seems that they oughta,
Drown my sorrow and ease my pain;
And I'm pouring...
In the driving rain.

We'd battened the hatches many times before,
Shuttered the windows and barred the door,
And held on tight...
Let it rage all night...
But she won't ride it out again,
This one's the last one, this one's the end;
She's been blown away;
Now what can I say?

And I find myself ----

Chorus:
Pouring - in the driving rain,
Thinking - I might be to blame;
Whiskey and water,
It seems that they oughta,
Drown my sorrow and ease my pain;
And I'm pouring...
In the driving rain.

(Instrumental)

Bridge:
Lightning flashes, thunder rolls,
A new storm's brewing in my soul;
Water splashes from passin' cars,
The heavy clouds block out the stars...
I'm all alone...
I'm on my own...

And I find myself ----

Chorus:
Pouring - in the driving rain,
Knowing - that I am to blame;
Whiskey and water,
It seems that they oughta,
Drown my sorrow and ease my pain;
And I'm pouring...
In the driving rain.