D                                  C 
Cigarettes, vodka and an old George Jones song 
D                              C 
Can’t really tell you why I hung around so long. 
Bm                                       D 
There’s room at the top, but I’m staring straight down. 
Bm                               D 
My eyes planted there like it’s all that I’ve found. 
 
D                                  C     
I never knew the skies would turn such a hue 
D                                 C 
It all went to black the day I found out about you. 
Bm                            D 
Well I’d seen the rain fall hard before 
Bm                               D 
But that was the hardest I’d ever felt it pour. 
 
Chorus: 
         
Bm                              D 
And the rain it keeps pourin’ down 
                        A 
I can hear it from my window 
Bm                     D 
Every time I hear your name 
              A 
It comes again, here comes the rain. 
 
No need for the sprinklers out on the lawn 
‘Cause a frog strangler is a comin’ right on. 
Other storms I weathered, well they came and they went. 
With nothing to show, but they sure left me bent. 
Oh, they sure left me bent. 
 
Headed out again in this pouring down rain, 
I can’t hardly see out, but I ain’t going back again 
With these cigarettes, this vodka and an old George Jones song 
I can’t really tell you why I hung around so long. 
No, I can’t really tell you why I stuck around so long.