“When It Rains It Pours” is a song written and recorded by American country music singer Luke Combs. It is his second single release overall, and it appears on his 2017 debut album This One’s for You.[Verse 1]

Sunday morning

Man, she woke up fightin' mad

Bitchin' and moanin' on and on

'Bout the time I had

And by Tuesday you could say

That girl was good as gone

Then when Thursday came around I was all alone

So I went for a drive to clear my mind

Ended up at a Shell on I-65

[Chorus 1]

Then I won a hundred bucks on a scratch-off ticket

I bought two 12-packs and a tank of gas with it

She swore they were a waste of time

Oh, but she was wrong

I was caller number five on a radio station

Won a four day, three night beach vacation

Deep sea señorita fishing down in Panama

And I ain't gotta see my

Ex-future-mother-in-law anymore

Oh Lord, when it rains it pours

[Verse 2]

Now she was sure real quick to up and apologize

When she heard about my newfound luck

On that FM dial

And it's crazy how lately now

It just seems to come in waves

What I thought was gonna be the death of me

Was my saving grace

It's got me thinking that her leaving

Is the only logical reason

[Chorus 2]

That I got the last spot in the Hooters' parking lot

And the waitress left her number on my check with a heart

She picked up on the first ring when I gave her a call

And I only spent five bucks at the Moose Club raffle

Won a used 4-wheeler and three free passes

For me and two of my buddies to play a round of golf

And I ain't gotta see my

Ex-future-mother-in-law anymore

Oh Lord, when it rains it pours

When it rains it pours

[Bridge]

Well I've been on one hell of a redneck roll

For three weeks now

And it all started on the day that she walked out

[Chorus 1]

Then I won a hundred bucks on a scratch-off ticket

Bought two 12-packs and a tank of gas with it

She swore they were a waste of time

Oh, but she was wrong

And I was caller number five on a radio station

Won a four day, three night beach vacation

Deep sea señorita fishing down in Panama

And I ain't gotta see my

Ex-future-mother-in-law anymore

Oh Lord, when it rains it pours

When it rains it pours