I Hope It Rains At My Funeral

Intro A man with forty acres plowed and planted Can't send no fourteen year-old boy to no school The one thing I learned in the years I worked on my daddy's farm Was, "Son, you better get them crops in when it gets 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 won’t get that far." 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 o------ver I'd find different ways to make same mistakes again (a cappella) I hit town or you might say that it hit me Next mornin' there were things I knew more about Some woman took me in said I, "Seem to be all right." I turned her on the same way, she turned me out The first law I broke, right away Johnny-law caught me I helped them build the country roads for awhile They fed two times a day and knocked you down about four By the 13 day I... couldn’t even crack a smile 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 o------ver I'd find different ways to make same mistakes again (a cappella) 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 so you can cry 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 Grant me one wish, I hope it rains at my funeral For once, I'd like to be the only one left dry 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 o------ver I'd find different ways to make same mistakes again (a cappella) I’d probably make um... Same way I made um... again Make um all again