Last night I got a call, news that made no sense at allI couldn't believe it, the more I triedI cursed your name and then I criedI could have turned to anyoneIt's too late now that you're goneI found that bottle you gave meThat you brought back from TennesseeAnd you said save it for a rainy dayAnd I think right now it'd be okayTo open it up and pour us oneSit outside in the sunAnd raise a toast to you my friendAll you were and could have beenWhy let these blue skies get in the wayIt sure feels like a rainy dayWe should make good whiskey lastIt's always good to have someIt's always warm and gone too fastIt's kind of like the life you livedWe never got enough of youI can only hope you knewThat everyone looked up to youSo what the hell, let's have a drinkThe weather's perfect, don't you thinkAnd you said save it for a rainy dayBut I think right now it'd be okayTo open it up and pour us oneSit outside in the sunAnd raise a toast to you my friendAll you were and could have beenWhy let these blue skies get in the wayYou said save it for a rainy dayBut I think right now it'd be okayIt's okay to open it up and pour as one, to sit outside in the sun and raise a toast to you, my friend. All you were and could have been. Why let these blue skies get in the way? It sure feels like a rainy day.It's a rainy day.