Her daddy hated his tattoos But she was in love with a baby due In September, early September So they called the kinfolk, set up the bar Threw some chairs out in the yard And got a preacher, a pentecostal preacher And the man on the evening news Promised sunny and 72 but You can't trust the weatherman Makes his livin' off a lucky chance Whole crowd was soaken wet Mud all over momma's dress No sign of the sun But a sure fire sign of things to come One thing you can plan Is you can't trust the weatherman Six months after the knot got tied There were diapers and a double wide They couldn't pay for one day they had a brainstorm She'd pull the gun he'd crack the safe They pulled it off and they pulled away They were laughin' 'til they saw lights flashin' Forecast on the radio Never even mentioned snow but You can't trust the weatherman Makes his livin' off a lucky chance Cop car hit a patch of ice Hit a rail flipped on its side That couple got away Cops only had one thing to blame Shook off the snow, threw up their hands Said, "You can't trust the weatherman" They hid their cash under the bed Of that condo in Club Med Where the chance of sunshine is One hundred percent but You can't trust the weatherman Makes his livin' off a lucky chance Hurricane came rippin' through Tore that condo right in two Stuff scattered everywhere Stolen money flyin' through the air And if you wonder how the story ends They're back out in the sticks again So remember when you're makin' plans You can't trust the weatherman You can't trust the weatherman No, you can't, can't trust the weatherman