Billy Ray Cyrus - Southern Rain Lyrics
Times were rough when times were leanMost the time nobody seemed to careNo more peace than a southern breezeWhistling through the willow treesAnd I see you standing thereAnd I reach out to touch your faceBut the cold hard facts of life put me in my placeSouthern rain fallin' down on meThinkin' back to yesterday and the way things used to be"Sweet Home" on the radio, why do things have to changeOh Lord, what I would not give to feel that southern rain--- Instrumental ---Watermelon growin' on the vineThe sweet taste of homemade wineAnd the soft touch of your fingertipsLayin' down by the riversideDo you recall how we used to hideSo I could taste your lipsThough the winds of change took me from homeSo many years just passed me byAnd now I'm all aloneSouthern rain fallin' down on meThinkin' back to yesterday and the way things used to be"Sweet Home" on the radio, why do things have to changeOh Lord, what I would not give to feel that southern rainYou said that we could last foreverBut I had my wild oats, yet to sowThrough every storm and each endeavorThe past and the love we foundJust will not let me goSouthern rain fallin' down on meThinkin' back to yesterday and the way things used to be"Sweet Home" on the radio, why do things have to changeOh Lord, what I would not give to feel that southern rain.Oh Lord, what I would not give to feel that southern,Southern RainOh Lord, what I would not give to feel that southern rain.Oh, to feel that southern rain.Oh, to feel that southern rain.Southern RainCan you feel that Southern RainSouthern Rain...
