Mama's Sunshine, Daddy's Rain - Drew Holcomb & The Neighbors

You got your mama’s sunshine, you got your daddy’s rain

You’re like a piece of heaven in a hurricane

And it’s bubbling over like a sweet champagne

You got your mama’s sunshine, you got your daddy’s rain

All day long, right or wrong, you question everything

Why the grass is green, can I stay up late, and why do the bluebirds sing

Sometimes you cry, your big blue eyes, for no discernible reason

Your point of view it comes and goes, like the changing of the seasons

You got your mama’s sunshine, you got your daddy’s rain

You’re like a piece of heaven in a hurricane

And it’s bubbling over like a sweet champagne

You got your mama’s sunshine, you got your daddy’s rain

You act just like your father, yeah, you laugh at your own jokes

You’re pleased with your opinions, girl, you want the world to know

We don’t need no Mona Lisa, don’t need Dali or Chagall

You’re like a miniature Picasso with your markers on the wall

You got your mama’s sunshine, you got your daddy’s rain

You’re like a piece of heaven in a hurricane

And it’s bubbling over like a sweet champagne

You got your mama’s sunshine, you got your daddy’s rain

The things you say, the worlds you make, your heart I love to see

You’ve got a leaf on every single branch of our family tree

When you’re all grown up, no longer a pup, going out into the great unknown

You’ll find that little piece of you that you can call your own

You got your mama’s sunshine, you got your daddy’s rain

You’re like a piece of heaven in a hurricane

And it’s bubbling over like a sweet champagne

You got your mama’s sunshine, you got your daddy’s rain

You got your mama’s sunshine, you got your daddy’s rain