Billy Ray Cyrus - Southern Rain |
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Southern Rain
Billy Ray Cyrus 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 But the cold hard facts of life put me in my place And I see you standing there And I reach out to touch your face "Sweet Home" on the radio, why do things have to change Southern rain fallin' down on me Oh Lord, what I would not give to feel that southern rain Thinkin' back to yesterday and the way things used to be The sweet taste of homemade wine Watermelon growin' on the vine And the soft touch of your fingertips Layin' down by the riverside Do you recall how we used to hide Though the winds of change took me from home So I could taste your lips So many years just passed me by And now I'm all alone Thinkin' back to yesterday and the way things used to be "Sweet Home" on the radio, why do things have to change Southern rain fallin' down on me Oh Lord, what I would not give to feel that southern rain You said that we could last forever Through every storm and each endeavor The past and the love we found But I had my wild oats, yet to sow Just will not let me go Southern rain fallin' down on me Thinkin' 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. Southern Rain Oh Lord, what I would not give to feel that southern, Oh Lord, what I would not give to feel that southern rain. Southern Rain Oh, to feel that southern rain. Oh, to feel that southern rain. Southern Rain...Can you feel that Southern Rain |
