Forecast
Blues (3:44)
Sandy Carroll
Don't need no
weatherman
To tell me
it's so
Don't need
no radar cause
I already know
Don't need
no weatherman
To tell me
the news
I can feel
it comin'
It's the forecast
blues
MOTHER'S NATURE
IN A BAD MOOD
I GOT THE FORECAST
BLUES
On Monday I'm
predicting
You'll be cold
as ice
Tuesday will
be cloudy
With no end
in sight
Wednesday will
be better
Just a little
draft
You won't be
so mad at me
Gonna thaw
on out
IT'S THE FORECAST
THE FORECAST
BLUES
MOTHER'S NATURE
IN A BAD MOOD
I GOT THE FORECAST
BLUES
I'm sorry baby,
I know I done you wrong
Please don't
let your cold front hang around too long
By Thursday
mornin'
I predict a
shiver
By Friday night
You'll start
to reconsider
Saturday and
Sunday
Should be hot
and wet
By then you'll
need my lovin'
Gonna work
up a sweat |
Too
Many Hats (3:24)
Sandy Carroll & James Solberg
Kids are crying
Dog is whining
Getting stormy
outside
Sometimes my
life is
another rollar
coaster ride WEARIN' TOO MANY HATS
GOT JUST ONE
OLD PAIR OF
SHOES
WEARIN' TOO
MANY HATS
JUST ONE OLD
PAIR OF SHOES
Doin' this
Doin' that
Bringin' home
the bacon
Takin' out
the trash
My feet are
achin'
And the day
goes by too fast
Runnin' here
Runnin' there
The way things
are goin'
I can't get
anywhere
Lord, I get
down on my knees
But I aint
got time to spare
Let in the
dog
Put out the
cat
Gotta find
the time
To give the
kids a bath
Tomorrow morning
Start all over
again |
Memphis
Rain (4:23)
Eddie Dattel
It's pourin'
outside
In this old
river town
It can come
for days
From the look
of these clouds
Say the rain
is a friend
To the thirst
red plains,
But if it falls
too hard
The delta washes
away
MEMPHIS RAIN
MEMPHIS RAIN
JUST LIKE A
RIVER
IT GOES ON
FOREVER
THE MEMPHIS
RAIN
They say there'll
be some changes
Well I've heard
that before
They promise
a rainbow
They send a
downpour
Who will go
to the mountains
All
the prophets have died
As we brace
our souls
As the flood
waters rise
I know it's
time
The suns gonna
shine
So I close
my eyes
And forget
about the rain
I've seen so
many tears
That I'd rather
be blind
The Law of
the jungle
Is the law
of our lives
Who will ride
out the storm
Who will the
drown in its rage
Who will pray
for redemption
Before it's
too late |