Lyrics

99 Days (5:25)
Words and Music: Mark David Manders / Grady Yates

Grandpa comes in from the field, his shirt is soaked with sweat
He says damn this dry spell just might spell the end of me yet
If we don’t get some relief they ain’t gonna be no hay
29 days without a drop of rain
Now the old men down at Carl’s place ain’t been playin’ dominoes
It’s been a hundred degrees without a breeze for six days in a row
And you can’t deal a hand if no one’s there to shake
45 days without a drop of rain
I went down to the fishing hole, there ain’t much water anymore
I found the pole that catfish stole from me the year before
A rusty reminder how still it remains
52 days without a drop of rain
Now the air conditioner went on the blink in our church yesterday
Preacher John said, “Carry on. Let us bow our heads and pray
But his throat was dry as a tinder box and his sermon soon gave way
66 days without a drop of rain
I walked out to the garden where even the weeds won’t grow
With cracks so wide the devil could hide in the darkness down below
The only green I seen was the garden hose, coiled up like a snake
85 days without a drop of rain
Now there’s whiskey on my breath, ice cubes in a glass
An empty space inside of me ever since my grandpa passed
Now I’m staring at this bottle wondering when it’s going to pour again
99 days without a drop of rain