Music: Tony Etherton and John W Bishop, Lyrics: Tony Etherton
Copyright: John W Bishop and Anthony Etherton, All rights reserved.
❖ Here come the rain See how they fall, I'm waiting on a heatwave To get me out of doors. But here come them clouds See how they grow, I'm waiting on a heatwave God I hate the cold. Growing older as the rains pour colder, Waiting on a heatwave, heatwave, I'm gonna ride that wave home, Heatwave, heatwave, I'm gonna ride that wave home. Well they clap and they roar, They're beating on my door. Them folk in town they say "Don't want you, don't want you Round here no more." Funny how the dark night Runs off into day, Chasing all them rain clouds Chase them all away. Growing older as the rains pour colder Waiting on a heatwave, heatwave, I'm gonna ride that wave home. Heatwave, heatwave, I'm gonna ride that wave home. I'm gonna ride that wave home. Growing older as the rains pour colder, On your head you cover And with hands held to the heavens, Heatwave, I'm gonna ride that wave home. Heatwave, heatwave, I'm gonna ride that wave home. I'm gonna ride that wave home. Growing older as the rains pour colder On your head. ⁂