Guy Smith & Guy Smith
Guy Smith & Guy Smith
Guy Smith & Guy Smith
Guy Smith & Guy Smith
Guy Smith & Guy Smith
Guy Smith & Guy Smith
Guy Smith & Guy Smith
Guy Smith & Guy Smith
Guy Smith & Guy Smith
Co-written by husband and wife. At the San Francisco Songwriters Cult event, Smith said his wife had thought-up the hook, but that she heard it as a love song, and he as an after the breakup blues number. They ended up with a song about combat soldiers.
I might feel the pain, if I wasn’t so damn tired
But I spent the whole night long drawing enemy fire
I know you’re home tonight babe, wish I was there with you
But my tour in hell, it ain’t nearly through
Over here, the sky rains rust
Called in a gun truck to clean out a rats nest
Yeah they leveled it to the ground, there wasn’t nothin’ left
Had to clean up their mess, it was a sickening pile
Stacking bodies of combatants, women and a child
Keep our boy next to you mama, keep him safe
‘Cuz I swear I saw his ghost in that dead child’s face
The children here, their sky rains rust
I’ve grown numb to the screams and moans
Even in this band of brothers, I feel so all alone
It takes a hard man to fight this war
If you weren’t hard when you landed here, you will be if you get home
Tripped an I-E-D today, and I just walked away
Didn’t catch a single piece of the burning flack
Tell Rose that Jimmy wasn’t so lucky this time
We poured him into a body bag, in a week she’ll get him back
Today Jimmy’s sky rained rust
Lost my photo of you in an enemy raid
Fading memories of us almost keep me sane
Dance through oil field fires, choke on the dust
Over here the skies are always raining rust
This dirty little war has turned the world to rust
Yeah, this whole battle field is nothing but rust
I can feel my soul grinding down to rust
Yeah, the skies over here, the skies rain rust
Rains Rust was written by Guy Smith.
Guy Smith released Rains Rust on Wed Jan 31 2018.