I'm gonna live where the green grass grows, watch my corn pop up in rows. Every night, be tucked in close to you. Raise our kids where the good Lord'… - Tim McGraw

She's my kind of rain, hey, hey-hey.
Like love from a drunken sky-aye-yai-yai.
Confetti falling down on mine.
She's my kind of rain.

She slides in and you rode down Main Street, you turn right when that red light turns green.
Sun sets now, you're half way to heaven.
She picks a song, you turn it up to 11, you say "Do you wanna?" and she says "Hell yeah." So you hit the party, all your buddies are jealous.
Someday, you'll be looking back on your life at the memories, this is gonna be one of those nights.

Smooth as the hickory wind that blows from Memphis down to Apalachicola.
It's "Hi, y'all, did you eat well? Come on in, I'm sure glad to know ya."
Don't let this old gold cross and this Allman Brothers t-shirt throw ya.
It's cicadas making noise with the Southern voice.