Her daddy hated his tattoos
But she was in love with a baby due
In September, early SeptemberSo they called the kinfolk, set up the bar
Threw some chairs out in the yard
And got a preacher, a pentecostal preacherAnd the man on the evening news
Promised sunny and 72 butYou can't trust the weatherman
Makes his livin' off a lucky chance
Whole crowd was soaken wet
Mud all over momma's dressNo sign of the sun
But a sure fire sign of things to come
One thing you can plan
Is you can't trust the weathermanSix months after the knot got tied
There were diapers and a double wide
They couldn't pay for one day they had a brainstormShe'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 butYou 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 sideThat 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 butYou can't trust the weatherman
Makes his livin' off a lucky chance
Hurricane came rippin' through
Tore that condo right in twoStuff 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 weathermanYou can't trust the weatherman
No, you can't, can't trust the weatherman