Southern Rain

INTRO Times were rough when times were lean, Most of the time nobody seemed to care. No more peace in a southern breeze, Whistlin' through the willow trees And I see you standin' there. And I reach out to touch your face, But the cold hard facts of life put me in my place. Southern rain, fallin' down on me. Think I'm 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. (x2) INSTRUMENTAL Watermelon growin' on the vine, the sweet taste of homemade wine, And the soft touch of your fingertips. Layin' 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 pass me by, and now I'm all alone. Southern rain, fallin' down on me. Think I'm 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. For every storm and each endeavour, The past and the love we found just will not let me go. Southern rain, fallin' down on me. Think I'm 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. Oh Lord, what I would not give to feel that southern, southern rain. Oh to feel that southern rain. (repeat to finish)