I Hope It Rains at My Funeral Charley Crockett

A man with forty acres ploughed and planted
Can't send no fourteen year old boy to no school
The only thing I learned in the years I worked on my daddy's farm
Was son, you better get them crops in when it turns cool

In the magazines, I saw the pretty women
I heard about the drinkin' and the bars
If my daddy could've caught me, he'd a-killed me
He said, you might run, boy, but you ain't gonna get far

I hit town you might say that it hit me
Next mornin' there were things, I knew more about
The woman who had taken me in shе said, country boy, you're all right
The same way, I turnеd her on, she turned me out

The first law I broke, right away they got me
I helped them build the country roads for awhile
They fed me, two times a day and they knocked me down about four
For thirty days I didn't even crack a smile

I met a nice girl and she said I was her baby
She let me go and would never tell me why
I learned what it means, to be somebody's baby
They let you lie in your bed by yourself and cry

The miles were good but the mileage is turnin' my hair gray
I've met some people that knew me and call me friend
Ain't no sense wantin' my life to live over
I'd find different ways to make those mistakes again