Extraordinary That's what you are to me You make every day feel like And I don't care what we do Everything feels good with you It's true, you make an ordinary day Extraordinary, yeah Sunday morning and cold rain is pouring down That's OK, I got sunshine

Things are looking bad Everybody in the world in the world's looking so sad Everybody's thinking about the rain Wonder if the sun is gonna come again Everybody's thinking about the storm Wonder where all the good weather's gone Tell me if i got to

That's what I want Big fat money Some say money is bad for the soul Bad for the rock, bad for the roll Bad for the heart, bad for the brain Bad for damn near everything, oh It must be good for something Come on pay the rent Telephone, telefax,

Our love is lying there Lying by your side Murdered by the lies you told now you’re the one who cries And your tears rain down Rain down your face And falling on the pillows in the bed you made You left me nothing now it’s all I’ve got, for you Goodbye,

And damn I feel alive Baby, damn I feel alive It's like something has to die To help you realize Damn I feel alive Rain is good for the soul Crazy how I feel the most warm when it's cold Drops hit the window and I drop down to the floor I assume this is

Rain is a good thing Rain makes corn, corn makes whiskey Back roads are boggin' up, my buddies pile up in my truck We hunt our hunnies down, we take 'em into town Start washin' all our worries down the drain Whiskey makes my baby, feel a little frisky My

I never saw the gal again Just dig my grave beside the railroad So I can hear the trains go by (Traditional, adapted by Ry Cooder) Come and gather all around me Listen to my tale of woe Got some good advice to give you Lots of things you oughta know Take