[Intro] [Rain on a tin roof, slow Hammond organ swell, 12/8] [Choir hum] Mmm... rain checks... [Verse 1] [Male Vocal] Daddy called on a Thursday, said the crappie's bitin' deep, Had the johnboat on the trailer and a spot he'd saved for me. I said, "Work's got me buried, Dad — maybe next spring when it's warm," He said, "Well, the lake ain't goin' nowhere" — so I didn't worry more. I hung up and went on workin', never gave it one more thought, Just another little rain check — Lord, I handed out a lot. [Chorus] [Male Vocal, Choir response] I got a pocket full of rain checks (rain checks!) Every "someday," every "soon" (soon, Lord) Wrote 'em out to the ones who loved me, Thinkin' I had time to lose — Now it's pourin' down today, Lord, And every one of 'em's come due. [Verse 2] [Male Vocal] Baby girl had a solo in the Christmas show at school, Said, "Daddy, sit up front, so I can find you in the room." I got hung up at the office, caught the last bow from the hall, She just smiled and said, "It's okay, Daddy" — like it didn't hurt at all. Now she's grown and gone to Houston, calls me once or twice a month, And it's always "Maybe Christmas, Dad" — Lord, I taught her that one. [Chorus] [Male Vocal, Choir response] I got a pocket full of rain checks (rain checks!) Every "someday," every "soon" (soon, Lord) Wrote 'em out to the ones who loved me, Thinkin' I had time to lose — Now it's pourin' down today, Lord, And every one of 'em's come due. [Bridge] [Halftime, bare Hammond organ, slow blues] [Male Vocal] Mama called me on a Tuesday, said, "Son, you better come on home," Mama called me on a Tuesday, said, "Son, you better come on home" — Drove ninety miles through the rain, Lord, and he was already gone. [Verse 3] [Rain returns, band rebuilds] [Male Vocal] Laid him down on a Friday on the hill above the lake, Stood out in my Sunday suit, let the rain run down my face. Water still and gray below me, right where he said it'd be — Yeah, the lake ain't goin' nowhere... Daddy, why'd you have to leave? Then I called my girl in Houston 'fore I ever left that hill, Said, "Daddy's cashin' in a rain check, baby — I'm comin', and I will." [Final Chorus] [Key change up a whole step, full gospel choir] [Male Vocal, belted, Choir response] I got a pocket full of rain checks (rain checks!) Every "someday," every "soon" (soon, Lord) Wrote 'em out to the ones who loved me, Thinkin' I had time to lose — Now it's pourin' down today, Lord, And every one of 'em's come due. [Outro] [Choir call-and-response, fading] Don't let the ones that matter most (matter most) Be the ones you keep puttin' off. (Puttin' off...) [Rain on the tin roof, Hammond fades] [End]
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