Rain Child Songtext
Rain Child
Jimmy Jones, a friend of mine
Laid down and died over in Viet Nam
Wrote a letter home as he sat and cried
Saying "Oh Lord, I don't want to die!"
Everybody's talkin' 'bout the rain, child;
I sure wish they'd pray for me.
Melvin Lee, a Texas born boy
Laid down and die , having done nobody wrong
Looked up at me as we went to meet the maker
And said, "I can't help worrying about my
wife and four babies back home."
Everybody's talkin' 'bout the rain, child;
I sure wish they'd pray for me.
I'm standing out here
There is a man with agun in his hand
He says, "There is no need to die in this strange land;
All you have to do is tell me the little bit
you might know,
And if it sounds pretty good, I'll let you go."
I say?
Everybody's talkin' 'bout the rain, child;
I sure wish they'd pray for me.
Jimmy Jones, a friend of mine
Laid down and died over in Viet Nam
Wrote a letter home as he sat and cried
Saying "Oh Lord, I don't want to die!"
Everybody's talkin' 'bout the rain, child;
I sure wish they'd pray for me.
Melvin Lee, a Texas born boy
Laid down and die , having done nobody wrong
Looked up at me as we went to meet the maker
And said, "I can't help worrying about my
wife and four babies back home."
Everybody's talkin' 'bout the rain, child;
I sure wish they'd pray for me.
I'm standing out here
There is a man with agun in his hand
He says, "There is no need to die in this strange land;
All you have to do is tell me the little bit
you might know,
And if it sounds pretty good, I'll let you go."
I say?
Everybody's talkin' 'bout the rain, child;
I sure wish they'd pray for me.