I don't think about us much anymore
Frankly, the topic has become a bore
And you don't come up much in my conversation
I don't think about you on vacation
But when it rains
When it rains, when it rains
That's when I remember
That's when I remember,
I remember you,I remember you
I don't think about you when I'm sleeping
It doesn't even cross my dreamlike mind
I don't think I see your face through the curtains
Hell, I don't even miss you half the time
But when it rains
When it rains, when it rains
That's when I remember
That's when I remember
I remember you,I remember you
Rain, rain, go away
I'm doing fine as long as you stayed locked up
Inside a cloud of grey
Rain, rain, rain...
But when it rains
When it rains, when it rains
That's when i remember
That's when I remember
I remember you, I remember you
Well, That's when I remember you
The only time I remember
When I remember youKeep ya rib - eyes an' ya rodeo
Keep those cowboys offa my radio
Dancin' in line -
What are ya sheep? (BAAA)
Do you need to be told how to move to the beat
Country and Western - gI'mmie my stetson banjo -
Washboard - Red neck overload - Yea I'm right behind
Their idea of a good time sure ain't mine!
Swap that there - ten gallon hat
For a New York Yankies baseball cap
Don't want Rhinestones on our microphones
Cos we ain't never been to Memphis
No - we ain't never been to Memphis
Don't sing to me 'bout no wanderin' star
Or standin' by ya man an' his slide guitar
That chicken weres' supposed to keep ya there
But I'm lookin' around an' you's everywhere
I see you an' Garth sittin' up a tree
K.I.S.S.I.N.G.
Ain't gonna happen
Listen to me
I've an allergy to mullet-heads - see!
Swap that there - ten gallon hat
For a New York Yankies baseball cap
Don't want Rhinestones on our microphones
Cos we ain't never been to Memphis
Don't brainwash me from Tennesse
No - cos we ain't never been to Memphis
Don't want Rhinestones on our microphones
Cos we ain't never been to Memphis
No - we ain't never been to Memphis
Mid 8 step to the left
Jump to the right
Now jump off a cliff
That'd be a beautiful sight
Clap your hands
Rattle those spurs
Yeeha baby most sincerely
From me and her
Rawhide! Yea that's my backside
Here on the prairie the gals are real hairy
These cowboy boots are no substitute
Jeepers creepers gimmie my sneekers