James Hetfield - Drivin' Rain Lyrics
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Drivin' Rain
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What Are The Lyrics For Drivin' Rain By James Hetfield?
Do ya know me?
I'm the driving rain. And my Momma, was a hurricane. Dear old Daddy, 'fore he stormed out high on window pane (??) Said, "You my one and only boy child, Call you the Drivin' Rain." Drivin' Rain Drivin' Rain T- t- talkin' 'bout the drivin' rain Pretty women say it drives them insane They all want to know me I'm the drivin' rain It all started Back in 69 Yeah, I hit the ground runnin' Couldn't wait to hear those gears grind Just like my Daddy I'm stone cold outta my mind I've been 'round this world One, two, three, four, five hundred times Drivin' rain Drivin' rain I'm talk talk-talkin' 'bout the drivin' rain Pretty women say it drives them insane They all want to know me Yeah, I'm the drivin' rain Do you remember First time you heard that thunder call? Wind was moanin' Creepin' through your bedroom wall Moonlight splashin' Enough to make a rich girl fall Lightenin' crashin' Make a strong strong woman crawl Drivin' rain Drivin' rain T-t-talkin' 'bout the drivin' rain Drivin' rain Drivin' rain T-t-talkin' 'bout T-t-talkin' 'bout the Drivin' rain Drivin' rain T-t-talkin' 'bout the drivin' rain Pretty women say it drives 'em insane Well they all want to know me Yeah, I'm the drivin' rain |
Who Wrote Drivin' Rain By James Hetfield?
Warren Haynes
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What's The Duration Of The Drivin' Rain By James Hetfield?The duration of Drivin' Rain is 4:09 minutes and seconds. |
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