Il testo della Looks like rain

Looks like rain
(j. lyon)

She caught the five-fifteen to reno
Said she'd phone me in a week
I had a ten-spot in my pocket
And her lipstick on my cheek
I still hear that railroad whistle
Blowing like a hurricane
Weatherman says fair tomorrow
But tonight it looks like rain

I had a gypsy take me downtown
To my usual port o' call
Where everyone's a drunken sailor
Waiting on a call
I took my ivy-covered cottage
And slowly poured it down the drain
Weatherman says fair tomorrow
But tonight it looks like rain

I mumble that i'm better off
Shout out that i don't care
But the whiskey takes my drunken words
And throws them down the stairs
From the black-and-white above the bar
I hear that same sad refrain
Weatherman says fair tomorrow
But tonight it looks like rain

Well no no no no
No, people i haven't gone insane
It's just that mean old southern whiskey
Clouding up my brain
It's just that mean old southern whiskey
Dragging me down again
Lord, lord, lord, i wish she'd never caught that train
Weatherman says fair tomorrow
But tonight it looks like rain