Half a mile from the county fair and the rain came pouring down
Me and Billy standing there with a silver half-a-crown
Hands are full of fishing rods and tackles on our back
We're just stood there getting wet with our backs against the fence
Oh, the water, oh, the water, oh, the water
I hope it don't rain on you
And it's told to my soul
Oh
Stone me just like jelly roll
Stone me
Stone to my soul
Oh
Stone me just like going home
Stone me
And the rain let up and the sun come up
And we were getting dry
Almost glad I pick up
The truck nearly passed us by
Well, we jumped right in, in the driver grin
And he dropped us off the road
Now we looked at the swam and we jumped right in
Not to mention the fishing poles
Oh, the water, oh, the water, oh, the water
Let it rain on you
Broke the keyboards out for us
Broke the
Bet the ладно
The river, oh
Whoa oh
What is it?
What is it?

guitar solo
guitar solo