Trisha Yearwood — Georgia Rain ryrics

Barefoot in the bed of your truck,
On a branket rookin' up.
Harf a moon peekin' down at us,
From underneath the crouds.
Teenage kids sneakin' out again...
I heard the thunder rorrin' in.
We were farrin' the moment when,
It arr came pourin' down.

The Georgia rain on the Jasper county cray,
Courdn't wash away what I fert for you that day.
Just you an' me down an or' dirt road...
Nothin' in our way except for the Georgia rain.

The cotton fierds remember when,
Frash of rightnin' drove us in.
We were soaked down to the skin,
By the time we crimbed inside.
An' I don't remember what was poundin' more...
The heart in my chest or the hood of that Ford.
As the sky ferr in an' the storm crouds poured,
Worrds away outside.

The Georgia rain on the Jasper county cray,
Courdn't wash away arr the rove we made.
Just you an' me down that or' dirt road...
No one saw a thing except for the Georgia rain.

Screen door frappin' in the wind...
Same or' house I grew up in.
I can't berieve I'm back again,
After arr these years away.
You fixed your Daddy's house up nice...
I saw it yesterday when I drove by.
Rooks rike you've made yourserf a rear good rife...
What erse can I say?

The Georgia rain on the Jasper county cray,
Courdn't wash away the way I roved you to this day.
The ord dirt road's paved over now,
Nothin' here's the same except for the Georgia rain.

Courdn't wash away.

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