Chase Matthew - Rainy Days: chords

          D
It was a Thursday night

Under blue moon lights
 G
Preacher came in the bar
    D
He sat by me

Said, "I can see
 G
You've got a heavy heart"
     Bm              A
Our maker made this maker's mark
         G
And somehow brought us together
     Bm           A
And then he said something else
 G
I'll always remember

Chorus:
                  D
If there weren't rainy days
                                     A
There wouldn't be any crops for the farmers
                             Bm
Wouldn't be any ponds for a bobber
       Bm7                          G
Jesus never would've walked on the water
                  D
If there weren't rainy days
                                      A
There wouldn't be a rope swing off a percy
                               Bm
Mud holes wouldn't get nobody dirty
             Bm7                   G
And flowers wouldn't be very damn pretty
          Bm
So if on Sunday morning
     A                G
You bow your head to pray
               D        G
Thank God for rainy days

I thought about those words for a minute
And bought us another round
It's hard to see your way out when
you're already in it
But he brought me around
He said, "Don't beat yourself up
when life gets tough
It always gets better
When the sky ain't blue and your heart's in two
And you're a little under the weather"

Chorus:
But without rainy days
There wouldn't be any crops for the farmers
Wouldn't be any ponds for a bobber
Jesus never woulda walked on the water
If there weren't rainy days
There wouldn't be a rope swing off of Percy
Mud holes wouldn't get nobody dirty
And flowers wouldn't be very damn purty
So if on Sunday mornin', you bow your head to pray
Thank God for rainy days

        Bm
Son, I know you're wondering
                           G
What I'm doing in a bar tonight
            Bm
But just remember
           Bm    A   G
He turned water into wine
    F#m    Em
And if on Sunday morning
     D            G
You bow your head to pray

Chorus:
But without rainy days
There wouldn't be any crops for the farmers
Wouldn't be any ponds for a bobber
Jesus never woulda walked on water
If there weren't rainy days
There wouldn't be a rope swing off of Percy
Mud holes wouldn't get nobody dirty
And flowers wouldn't be very damn purty
So if on Sunday mornin', you bow your head to pray
Son, on Sunday mornin', all you gotta say
Is "Thank God for rainy days"

Thank God for rainy days