Corb Lund
Corb Lund
Corb Lund & Jaida Dreyer
Corb Lund
Corb Lund
Corb Lund
Corb Lund
Corb Lund
Corb Lund
Corb Lund
Corb Lund
Corb Lund
Well you would but you can't sell her
You ain’t got the heart to tell her
She'd be loaded up and shipped off on that truck to you know where
And if you're gonna feed her
You might as well just breed her
‘Cause the last thing this place needs is another open mare
It’s raining horses, we just may drown
In a flood (sea) of palominos, paints and greys and bays and browns
It's raining horses, it's coming down
‘Round here it ain't cats and dogs but colts that hit the ground
The forecast calls for foaling
With zero chance of knowing
If the lead or if the weather's gonna change on down the line
Well the kids can't even ride her
‘Cause what if there inside her
Is the one that spins and slides and finally makes it all worthwhile
It's raining horses, we just may drown
In a flood (sea) of palominos, paints and greys and bays and browns
It's raining horses, it’s coming down
‘Round here it ain’t cats and dogs but colts that hit the ground
BREAK
If I could only see into the futurity
And if a cloud with silver lining waited there
Well I wouldn't mind so much that it keeps pourin’ down these ponies
And I'd make sure that I was always where
It's raining horses, we just may drown
In a flood (sea) of palominos, paints and greys and bays and browns
It's raining horses, it’s coming down
‘Round here it ain't cats and dogs but colts that hit the ground