Storm clouds, storm clouds. Used to dog me everywhere I'd go. Time was, I was running from them. Down these dusty roads. Somehow those clouds drove me to your door.
I can do most anything a man can do. I can hold my liquor with the best of you. Even take your money in a game of pool. Yeah, I'd kick your butt if I wanted to.
Well you're a real hot cookie with your new hairdo. Your high heel boots and your credit card. Long legs and a mini skirt. Yeah you know what works and you work it hard.
I'm a Mother, I'm a lover. A chef, a referee. I'm a Doctor and a chauffeur, seven days a week. I ain't asking for a medal, yea, I know you work too. I'd just like a little credit where credit is due.
I don't need to be sittin' on the roof. Of a high-rise lookin' at the city below. I don't need to be on the beach. Watchin' that sun sink in the Gulf of Mexico.
I have stumbled and I have complained on this rough and rocky road. I've been humbled caught out in the rain and it's chilled me to the bone. Now I've seen my dreams scatter like leaves lost in the wind.
You know you tore me up. You really wore me out. I swear I cried so much. That I nearly drowned. . You were on to her. And I was on my own. Now it's you who calls.
I have stumbled, I have complained. On this rough and rocky road. I've been humbled, caught out in the rain. And it chilled me to the bone. . Lord, now I've seen my dreams scatter.