Текст песни: Tara MacLean - I Hope It Rains At My Funeral
Can`t send no fourteen year-old boy to no school
The only thing I learned in the years I worked on my daddy`s farm
Was, "Son, you better get them crops in when it turns cool."
In the magazines, I saw the naked women
I heard about the drinkin` and the bars
If my daddy could`ve caught me, he`d a-killed me
He said, "You might run, boy, but you ain`t gonna get far."
I hit town or you might say that it hit me
Next mornin` there were things I knew more about
The woman who had taken me in said, "Country boy, you`re all right."
The same way I turned her on, she turned me out
The first law I broke, right away they got me
I helped them build the country roads for awhile
They fed me two times a day and knocked me down about four
For thirty days I didn`t even crack a smile
I met a nice girl and she said I was her baby
She let me go and would never tell me why
I learned what it means to be somebody`s baby
They let you lie in your bed by yourself and cry
The miles were good but the mileage is turnin` my hair gray
I`ve met some people that knew me and call me friend
Ain`t no sense in wantin` my life to live over
I`d find different ways to make those mistakes again
So let me say this, I never tried to hurt anybody
Though I guess there`s a few that I still couldn`t look in the eye
If I`ve got one wish, I hope it rains at my funeral
For once, I`d like to be the only one dry
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Can`t send no fourteen year-old boy to no school
The only thing I learned in the years I worked on my daddy`s farm
Was, "Son, you better get them crops in when it turns cool."
In the magazines, I saw the naked women
I heard about the drinkin` and the bars
If my daddy could`ve caught me, he`d a-killed me
He said, "You might run, boy, but you ain`t gonna get far."
I hit town or you might say that it hit me
Next mornin` there were things I knew more about
The woman who had taken me in said, "Country boy, you`re all right."
The same way I turned her on, she turned me out
The first law I broke, right away they got me
I helped them build the country roads for awhile
They fed me two times a day and knocked me down about four
For thirty days I didn`t even crack a smile
I met a nice girl and she said I was her baby
She let me go and would never tell me why
I learned what it means to be somebody`s baby
They let you lie in your bed by yourself and cry
The miles were good but the mileage is turnin` my hair gray
I`ve met some people that knew me and call me friend
Ain`t no sense in wantin` my life to live over
I`d find different ways to make those mistakes again
So let me say this, I never tried to hurt anybody
Though I guess there`s a few that I still couldn`t look in the eye
If I`ve got one wish, I hope it rains at my funeral
For once, I`d like to be the only one dry
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