Raining Horses - Corb Lund

Well, you would but you can’t sell her

You ain’t got the heart to tell her

She’d be loaded up and shipped off on that truck to you know where

And if you’re gonna feed her

You might as well just breed her

'Cause the last thing this place needs is another open mare

It’s raining horses, we just may drown

In a flood (sea) of palominos, paints and greys and bays and browns

It’s raining horses, it’s coming down

'Round here it ain’t cats and dogs but colts that hit the ground

The forecast calls for foaling

With zero chance of knowing

If the lead or if the weather’s gonna change on down the line

Well, the kids can’t even ride her

'Cause what if there inside her

Is the one that spins and slides and finally makes it all worthwhile

It’s raining horses, we just may drown

In a flood (sea) of palominos, paints and greys and bays and browns

It’s raining horses, it’s coming down

'Round here it ain’t cats and dogs but colts that hit the ground

If I could only see into the futurity

And if a cloud with silver lining waited there

Well, I wouldn’t mind so much that it keeps pourin' down these ponies

And I’d make sure that I was always where

It’s raining horses, we just may drown

In a flood (sea) of palominos, paints and greys and bays and browns

It’s raining horses, it’s coming down

'Round here it ain’t cats and dogs but colts that hit the ground