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Captain Monroe Knows Everyday Is International Men’s Day If You Want It


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Lyrics Uncovered: Luke Combs, ‘When It Rains It Pours’

Sunday morning, man, she woke up fighting mad
Bitching and moaning on and on ’bout the time I had
And by Tuesday, you could say that girl was good as gone
And then when Thursday came around, I was all alone

So I went for a drive to clear my mind, ended up at a Shell on I-65
Then I won a hundred bucks on a scratch off ticket
Bought two twelve packs and a tank of gas with it
She swore they were a waist of time, oh, but she was wrong

I was caller number five on a radio station, won a four-day, three-night, beach vacation
Deep sea, senorita, fishing down in Panama
And I ain’t gotta see my ex future mother-in-law anymore
Oh lord, when it rains it pours

Now she was sure real quick to up and apologize
When she heard about my new found luck on that FM dial
And it’s crazy how, lately now, it just seems to come in waves
What I thought was gonna be the death of me was my saving grace

It’s got me thinking that her leaving is the only logical reason
That I got the last spot in the Hooter’s parking lot
And the waitress left her number on my check with a heart
She picked up on the first ring when I gave her a call

And I only spent five bucks at the Moose Club Raffle
Won a used four-wheeler and three free passes
For me and two of my buddies to play a round of golf
And I ain’t gotta see my ex future mother-in-law anymore

Oh lord, when it rains it pours
When it rains it pours

And I’ve been on a hell of a redneck road for three weeks now
And it all started on the day that she walked out
Then I won a hundred bucks on a scratch off ticket
Bought two twelve packs and a tank of gas with it

She swore they were a waist of time, oh, but she was wrong
I was caller number five on a radio station, won a four-day, three-night, beach vacation
Deep sea, senorita, fishing down in Panama
And I ain’t gotta see my ex future mother-in-law anymore

Oh lord, when it rains it pours
When it rains it pours

[This one goes out dedicated to Captain Monroe]

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  • Casey Klahn March 10, 2018, 9:33 AM

    Happy International Men’s Day!

  • Phil in Englewood March 10, 2018, 9:50 AM

    Thanks! That was cheery and relaxing… 🙂

  • Rob De Witt March 10, 2018, 10:22 AM

    And I can pretty much guarantee that 40 years from now she’ll discover her inner femme fatale and start complaining that she can’t get any men to pay attention to her.

    I’ve been crippled up and living among the old folks for the last 10 years, and the wimmins won’t leave me alone. They all seem to think they’re doing me a big favor by acting flirtatious and condescending to offer me free pussy that’s waaaay past its sell-by date. Meanwhile I see here and other places where men congregate that the good ones like us have largely gotten sick of girl games and given it up in disgust.

    What a waste.

  • Jewel March 10, 2018, 6:30 PM

    Sounds like The 12 Days of Divorcemas.

  • Kevin Dickson March 11, 2018, 7:51 AM

    Love that

  • Richard March 11, 2018, 9:03 AM

    What I thought was gonna be the death of me was my saving grace
    *********************************************
    *Raised right hand*
    Testify.