Trisha Yearwood - You Can't Trust The Weatherman lyrics

Her daddy hated his tattoos But she was in love with a baby due in September, early September So they called the kinfolk, set up the bar Threw some chairs out in the yard And got a preacher, a Pentecostal preacher And the man on the evening news Promised sunny and 72, but You can't trust the weatherman Makes his livin' off a lucky chance Whole crowd was soakin' wet Mud all over Mama's dress No sign of the sun But a surefire sign of things to come One thing you can plan You can't trust the weatherman Six months after the knot got tied There were diapers and a double wide They couldn't pay for One day they had a brainstorm She held the gun he cracked the safe They pulled it off and they pulled away They were laughin' till they saw lights flashin' Forecast on the radio Never ever mentioned snow, but You can't trust the weatherman Makes his livin' off a lucky chance Cop car hit a patch of ice Spun around, flipped on its side That couple got away Cops only had one thing to blame Shook off the snow, threw up their hands Said, You can't trust the weatherman They hid their cash under the bed Of a condo in Club Med Where the chance of sunshine is One hundred percent, but You can't trust the weatherman Makes his livin' off a lucky chance Hurricane came rippin' through Tore that condo right in two Stuff scattered everywhere Stolen money flyin' through the air If you wonder how the story ends They're back out in the sticks again So remember when you're makin' plans You can't trust the weatherman Can't trust the weatherman, no no