Southern Rain

The flies have quit their buzzing
 Even bear has stopped his barking
 They all sense something brewing
 Up the James and headed this way
 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 he carried her to the hills of West LA
 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
 And 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
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 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
 But it will never cease to amaze me
 How a little rain can drive folks crazy
 When I'd trade all my blue skies gladly
 For your blue eyes, crooked smile
 And a steady downpour
 And 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