Pray For Rain - Cody Johnson

When I was five years old

Lookin' through the window pane

There was debt growin' in the fields

Every year it was the same

There was burnt up corn

Livin in a dusty haze

And daddy’d say good night son, I love you

And pray for rain

Well, it was about mid July when daddy’s pride sank

He told my momma, he was goin' to the bank

He put on his Sunday’s best, but it didn’t hide his pain

The banker said take the money son

But you better, pray for rain

Well there’s no clouds to hide the sun

And there’s no waters in the creeks

And there’s a fear in the congregation

Every Sunday when we meet

That the devil’s found West Texas

And he may never leave

The preacher gives his sermon

Says pay your tithes and pray for rain

Now my daddy’s land is mine

And times sure ain’t the same

The blacktop’s taken over

There’s no room to grow the grain

And now the man down at the bank

He don’t understand my pain

Cause he don’t have to lay his head down every night

And pray for rain

When I was five years old

Lookin' through the window pane

There was debt growin in the fields

Every year it was the same

There was burnt up corn

Livin' in a dusty haze

And daddy’d say good night son

I love you

And pray for rain