John Prine — Storms Never Last

Storms never last, do they, baby? Bad times all pass with the wind Your hand in mine stills the thunder You make the sun want to shine Oh, I followed you down so many roads, baby I picked wildflowers and sang you soft sad songs And every road we took, God knows our search was for the truth And the storm brewing now won't be the last Storms never last, do they, baby? Bad times all pass with the wind Your hand in mine stills the thunder And you make the sun want to shine Storms never last, do they, baby? Bad times all pass with the wind Your hand in mine stills the thunder And you make the sun want to shine You make the sun want to shine