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Southern Rain - American Country Hits/Country Rock Party
Times were rough when times were lean
Most the time nobody seemed to care
No more peace than a southern breeze
Whistling through the willow trees
And I see you standing there
And I reach out to touch your face
But the cold hard facts of life put me in my place
Southern rain falling down on me
Thinking back to yesterday
And the way things used to be
Sweet home on the radio
Why do things have to change
Oh Lord what I would not
Give to feel that southern rain
Watermelon growing on the vine
The sweet taste of homemade wine
And the soft touch of your fingertips
Laying down by the riverside do
You recall how we used to hide
So I could taste your lips
Though the winds of change
Took me from home
So many years just passed me
By and now I'm all alone
Southern rain falling down on me
Thinking back to yesterday and
The way things used to be
Sweet home on the radio
Why do things have to change
Oh Lord what I would not
Give to feel that southern rain
You said that we could last forever
But I had my wild oats yet to sow
Through every storm and each endeavor
The past and the love we
Found just will not let me go
Southern rain falling down on me
Thinking back to yesterday
And the way things used to be
Sweet home on the radio
Why do things have to change to change
Oh Lord what I would not
Give to feel that southern southern rain
Oh to feel that southern rain
Oh to feel that southern rain
