Can't Trust The Weatherman

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 soaken wet

Mud all over momma's dress

No sign of the sun

But a sure fire sign of things to come

One thing you can plan

Is 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'd pull the gun he'd crack the safe

They pulled it off and they pulled away

They were laughin' 'til they saw lights flashin'

Forecast on the radio

Never even mentioned snow but

You can't trust the weatherman

Makes his livin' off a lucky chance

Cop car hit a patch of ice

Hit a rail 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 that 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

And 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

You can't trust the weatherman

No, you can't, can't trust the weatherman