Comes a rainstorm, put your rubbers on your feet. Comes a snowstorm, you can get a little heat. Comes love, nothing can be done. . Comes a fire, then you know just what to do.
I can hear the wind blowing in my mind. Just the way it used to do through the Georgia pines. And you were there to answer when I called. You and me, Lord knows, we had it all.
Comes a rainstorm, put your rubbers on your feet. Comes a snowstorm, you can get a little heat. Comes love, nothing can be done.. . Comes a fire, then you know just what to do.