Make Country song Waking up, kicking up the dirt with my boots, making it rain riding in that thunder storm working all day working life making that money, rain drinking champagne, drinking crown royal vanilla crown royal mixed together with apple juice working all day and working all night getting drunk while I’m at work kicking up the dust Gonna make it rain riding in that Fonda storm “Riding in That Thunderstorm”
Waking up, the sun’s just peeking through,
Boots on the ground, got work to do.
Kicking up the dirt, feel that earth shake,
Making it rain in every move I make.
Chorus:
Gonna make it rain, riding in that thunderstorm,
Living life rough, but that’s where I’m born.
Working all day, till the moon takes the sky,
Sipping on champagne, letting time fly by.
Crown Royal Vanilla with apple juice to pour,
Kicking up dust, can’t ask for much more.
Out in the fields, hands covered in grime,
Sweat on my brow, but I’m doing fine.
Working all day, working all night,
Living for the hustle and the neon light.
Chorus:
Gonna make it rain, riding in that thunderstorm,
Living life rough, but that’s where I’m born.
Working all day, till the moon takes the sky,
Sipping on champagne, letting time fly by.
Crown Royal Vanilla with apple juice to pour,
Kicking up dust, can’t ask for much more.
Bridge:
Every storm’s got a story, every drop’s got a song,
And I’m out here living, where I belong.
That Fonda truck’s roaring, lightning splits the air,
I’m riding through the chaos, like I just don’t care.
Chorus:
Gonna make it rain, riding in that thunderstorm,
Living life rough, but that’s where I’m born.
Working all day, till the moon takes the sky,
Sipping on champagne, letting time fly by.
Crown Royal Vanilla with apple juice to pour,
Kicking up dust, can’t ask for much more.
Outro:
So here’s to the grind, and the life I choose,
Kicking up the dust in these well-worn boots.
Making it rain, in that Fonda storm,
This is my life, wild and weather-worn.