Rain'll Come Tuesday
by Scotty Rivers · Country · Made with Suno · 0 plays
Style
Prompt
Southern country soul ballad, gravelly baritone, hushed verses, soulful chorus belts, piano, Hammond B3, cello, analog
Lyrics
Mm, hmm. Dry wind in the porch screen. Cracked dirt past the feed shed door, Dad's boots up on the rail. Sold sign wired to the fence post, Moving men come with the mail. He pours two fingers of his rye, Squints at a empty sky and says, He knows I know. I know he knows. I let him say it anyhow. "Rain'll come Tuesday, son, Dry as the creek bed's been. Rain'll come Tuesday, you'll see, Corn'll stand up again." And I nod, and I fill his cup, Let an old man have his say. Rain'll come Tuesday, Rain'll come Tuesday, Easier than the truth today. I was gone when the well ran dry, Let Mama's calls ring out. He never raised it, not once, Just "Boy, you're looking thin." Now I'm wrapping up Grandma's dishes In the pages of the news, And he says the north field's fine, Says the bank's got nothing to lose. He knows I know. I know he knows. Lord, I'll let him till he's through. "Rain'll come Tuesday, son, Dry as the creek bed's been. Rain'll come Tuesday, you'll see, Corn'll stand up again." And I nod, and I fill his cup, Let an old man have his say. Rain'll come Tuesday, Rain'll come Tuesday, Easier than the truth today. Porch light's buzzing, moths all around, His hand's gone still on my sleeve. "Don't you leave till it rains," he says. And Lord, I don't plan to leave. Oh, rain'll come Tuesday, Lord, Let it fall on this old land. Rain'll come Tuesday, please, On my daddy's open hands. Let him be right, just once more, Let the thunder light the way. Rain'll come Tuesday, Rain'll come Tuesday, Rain'll come Tuesday, Lord, I pray. Rain'll come Tuesday.