West Virginia Rain

Old Ford humming down a gravel lane

Coffee in a thermos, gas light on again

Your flannel on the seat like you just climbed in

Radio low, but my thoughts too loud to spin

West Virginia rain on a rusted roof

Takes me right back to loving you

Creek running wild, your bare feet in June

Laughing in the dark by the front porch bloom

I taste your name in every drop that falls

Like you're coming down these hills when the thunder calls

I’m washed in you again

West Virginia rain

Stopped by the church where your daddy used to preach

Wildflowers pushing through the cracks in the concrete

I swear I see your shadow in the stained-glass glow

Blink and it's a puddle on the red clay road

West Virginia rain on a rusted roof

Takes me right back to loving you

Creek running wild, your bare feet in June

Laughing in the dark by the front porch bloom

I taste your name in every drop that falls

Like you're coming down these hills when the thunder calls

I’m washed in you again

West Virginia rain

Maybe you’re gone, but the sky remembers

Every soft word, every late September

When the clouds roll in, I don’t feel alone

I just roll the windows down and let you drive me home

West Virginia rain on a rusted roof

Takes me right back to loving you

Creek running wild, your bare feet in June

Laughing in the dark by the front porch bloom

I taste your name in every drop that falls

Like you're coming down these hills when the thunder calls

I’m washed in you again

West Virginia rain