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 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
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
And 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