David Byrne, Fatboy Slim, St. Vincent, Candie Payne - Every Drop Of Rain lyrics
St. Vincent [Anne Erin Clark] Tulsa, Oklahoma/Dallas, Texas, U.S. 🇺🇸
[David Byrne, Fatboy Slim, St. Vincent, Candie Payne - Every Drop Of Rain lyrics]
I was just a young girl
A girl with curly hair
Your mother called me family
I became quite close to her
I handled all the money
Washed the clothes and made the meals
In the night she’d wake up screaming
So you children slept with me
They called us garage people
Where we lived there, you and me
When you’re poor, it’s like you’re naked
And every drop of rain you feel
When it rained we slept on boxes
There was water all around
But the people in the big house
Never bothered to find out
No clothes, no bed, no jewelry
Sometimes I had no shoes
A typhoon came, the house collapsed
And the neighbors passed us food
They called us garage people
Where we lived there, you and me
When you’re poor, it’s like you’re naked
And every drop of rain you feel
Every little tiny drop of rain you feel
Every drop of rain
Every little tiny drop of rain you feel
Every drop of rain
I handled our finances
I myself was never paid
My teachers paid a visit
I felt, felt so ashamed
But, I had kept my dignity
Some things cannot be killed
I smiled and kept my head up
A Romualdez I was still
They called us garage people
Where we lived there, you and me
When you’re poor, it’s like you’re naked
And every drop of rain you feel
Every little tiny drop of rain you feel
Every drop of rain
Every little tiny drop of rain you feel
Every drop of rain
Every little tiny drop
Every little tiny drop every drop of rain
A girl with curly hair
Your mother called me family
I became quite close to her
I handled all the money
Washed the clothes and made the meals
In the night she’d wake up screaming
So you children slept with me
They called us garage people
Where we lived there, you and me
When you’re poor, it’s like you’re naked
And every drop of rain you feel
When it rained we slept on boxes
There was water all around
But the people in the big house
Never bothered to find out
No clothes, no bed, no jewelry
Sometimes I had no shoes
A typhoon came, the house collapsed
And the neighbors passed us food
They called us garage people
Where we lived there, you and me
When you’re poor, it’s like you’re naked
And every drop of rain you feel
Every little tiny drop of rain you feel
Every drop of rain
Every little tiny drop of rain you feel
Every drop of rain
I handled our finances
I myself was never paid
My teachers paid a visit
I felt, felt so ashamed
But, I had kept my dignity
Some things cannot be killed
I smiled and kept my head up
A Romualdez I was still
They called us garage people
Where we lived there, you and me
When you’re poor, it’s like you’re naked
And every drop of rain you feel
Every little tiny drop of rain you feel
Every drop of rain
Every little tiny drop of rain you feel
Every drop of rain
Every little tiny drop
Every little tiny drop every drop of rain