Words and music by Glen Martin
C On our little girls' F third birth-{C} day
G7 She got a sandbox in the F backyard to C play
Sand was everywhere as she F played and she C laughed
G7 I fussed at her for F it killed G7 all my C grass. ...
It'll come F back...
It'll come C back...
G7 Daddy don't be mad
God F and the G7 rain will bring it C back.
When our little girl just turned ten
She got a bike to ride with all her friends
She skinned both her knees as she played and she laughed
I fussed at her for it killed all my grass.
REFRAIN:
CHANGE TO D:
D When our little girl G turned seven-{D} teen
A7 We built her a pool in the G backyard that D spring
All her friends came and they G swam and they D splashed
A7 I fussed at her for G it killed A7 all my D grass. ...
It'll come G back ...
It'll come D back ...
A7 Daddy don't be mad
God G and the A7 rain will bring it D back.
My wife and I sit on the porch all alone
As I look out across at my beautiful lawn
The house is quiet there's no children at play
And I said to my wife {P}
{NC} "Honey, if you'll listen real close
You can still hear her say."
(2X)
{NC} It'll come G back (It'll come back)
It'll come back D (It'll come back)
A7 Daddy don't be mad
God G and the A7 rain will bring it D back.