Every time it rains, Lord, I run to my window
All I do is just wring my hands and moan
And listen to that thunder, Lord
Can't you hear that lonesome wind moan?
Tell me, baby, now why you been gone so long
You been gone so long now
A wolf is scratchin' at my door, Lord, Lord
And I can hear that lonesome wind moan
Somebody said they thought they saw you roarin' down in Reno
With a big ol' man from San Anton
They tell me I'm a fool, I pine for you, but what do they know?
Ain't nothin' I wanna do Lord, so I guess I could get stoned
And let the past paint pictures in my head
And kill a fifth of Thunderbird, Lord, and try to write a sad, sad song