Song Description
Relationship gone bad and lonely man reminiscing on a dark, stormy night about her and how things used to be when they were together.
| Song Length |
3:22 |
Genre |
Country - Contemporary, Country - Alternative |
| Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Disturbed, Gloomy |
Subject |
Lost Love, Loneliness |
| Similar Artists |
Jason Aldean, Keith Urban |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
When I'm alone.. 'thinkin 'bout her
'Drivin in a storm where her memory stirs
Go off road on a rainy night... a mason jar..and one headlight
Wipers on the windshield...middle of a cornfield ...
CHORUS:
Wipers on the windshield...middle of a cornfield...
radio 'fadin in and out with George Jones...
Out of cigarettes..regrets and bad bets....
Woulda, 'coulda 'shoulda is all I've known.
Tires in the deep mud 'thinkin bout her good love
'wishin she were here 'spinnin round n' round.
Take her down..listen to the sounds
of her breathing so close so real.
Wipers on the windshield...middle of a cornfield...
Is she thinkin bout that stormy night
windows down 'gettin wet..gettin right?
Wish I could see her when it rains real good
'dancin..barefoot in the corn stalk mud
Wipers on the windshield...middle of a cornfield...
CHORUS:
Wipers on the windshield...middle of a cornfield...
radio 'fadin in and out with George Jones...
Out of cigarettes..regrets and bad bets....
Woulda, 'coulda 'shoulda is all I've known.
Tires in the deep mud 'thinkin bout her good love
'wishin she were here 'spinnin round n' round.
Take her down..listen to the sounds
of her breathing so close so real.
Wipers on the windshield...middle of a cornfield...
Bridge:
Forty days ...forty nights
I come out here... no end in sight
Whiskey 'talkin when it pours
I hear her voice in the thunder roar
CHORUS:
Wipers on the windshield...middle of a cornfield...
Wipers on the windshield...middle of a cornfield...
radio 'fadin in and out with George Jones...
Out of cigarettes..regrets and bad bets...
Woulda, 'coulda 'shoulda is all I've known.
Tires in the deep mud thinkin 'bout her good love
'wishin she were here 'spinnin round n' round.
Take her down..listen to the sounds
of her breathing so close so real...
Wipers on the windshield...middle of a cornfield
Wipers on the windshield...middle of a cornfield