Southern Rain Lyrics

The flies have quit their buzzing.
Even Bear has stopped his barking.
They all sense something brewing
up the James and headed this way.
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Bobby sips his morning coffee.
Says, have you finished with the funnies?
Looks like a storm's coming honey
guess we'll have to stay in bed today.

I've heard that into every life
a little of it must fall.
If there's any truth to the saying,
Lord, let it be a southern rain.

Marie was born in Macon, Georgia.
She met a west coast lawyer.
He plucked that sweet magnolia
and carried her to the hills of West L.A.

She says, I never thought I'd tire of a dollar.
But this life has grown so hollow.
Every night there's lipstick on his collar
every morning I wash it away.

She heard that into every life
a little of it must fall.
So she spends her evenings praying
for a little of that southern rain.

Cars alive on city streets
of sparkling black water
like waves beneath my window-
never break just roll away.
Tonight, this rain will be my lullaby:
these cars, my dreams
to carry me home to stay.

The wipers beat a rhythm.
Truck spray obscures my vision.
But I'm closing in on my destination
Two more hours and I'll be at your door.

And it will never cease to amaze me
how a little rain can drive folks crazy.
When I'd trade all my clear skies gladly
for your blue eyes, crooked smile
and a steady downpour.

I've heard that into every life
a little of it must fall,
but you'll never catch me complaining
about too much of that southern rain.