Let the rain fall down upon her Let her cry, for she's a lady Let her dream, she's a child She's a free and gentle flower growing wild She's faced the hardest times you could imagine And many times her eyes fought back the tears And when her youthful

She's like fire on a mountain Like some kinda heaven that's pouring down on me She's a child, she's a lady She's got everything that I could ever need Yeah, there's something 'bout a woman and me Well there's something 'bout a woman with my T-shirt on