Song Lyrics
Let it be a southern rain, she met a west coast lawyer
never break just roll away
About too much of that southern rain, never break just roll away, and carried her to the hills of west l
And a steady downpour, for a little of that southern rain, she heard that into every life
i ve heard that into every life
truck spray obscures my vision
This rain will be my lullaby, looks like a storm s coming honey
i ve heard that into every life
I ve heard that into every life, guess we ll have to stay in bed today, i ve heard that into every life
for a little of that southern rain
a little of it must fall
a little of it must fall
Let it be a southern rain, she says i never thought i d tire of a dollar
A little of it must fall, but this life has grown so hollow
Bobby sips his morning coffee, up the james and headed this way
If there s any truth to the saying, two more hours and i ll be at your door
Crooked smile, bobby sips his morning coffee
The flies have quit their buzzing, about too much of that southern rain
And it will never cease to amaze me, she says i never thought i d tire of a dollar, crooked smile
A little of it must fall, looks like a storm s coming honey Rain, a little of it must fall
He plucked that sweet magnolia, never break just roll away, so she spends her evenings praying
Looks like a storm s coming honey, a little of it must fall, so she spends her evenings praying
So she spends her evenings praying, marie was born in macon
For a little of that southern rain, this rain will be my lullaby
Of sparkling black water, and carried her to the hills of west l Junkies, says have you finished with the funnies
And carried her to the hills of west l, he plucked that sweet magnolia
but this life has grown so hollow
Even bear has stopped his barking, this rain will be my lullaby Rain, a little of it must fall
the flies have quit their buzzing
and a steady downpour
for a little of that southern rain
She says i never thought i d tire of a dollar, crooked smile
for a little of that southern rain
How a little rain can drive folks crazy, how a little rain can drive folks crazy
a little of it must fall
they all sense something brewing
Marie was born in macon, so she spends her evenings praying
how a little rain can drive folks crazy
Marie was born in macon, a little of it must fall