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
And I see you...standing there
And I reach out to touch your face
But the cold hard facts of life put me in my place

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

Watermelon growin´ on the vine
The sweet taste of homemade wine
And the soft touch of your fingertips
Layin´ down by the riverside
Do you recall how we used to hide
So I could taste your lips
Though the winds of change took me from home
So many years just passed me by
And now I´m all alone

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

You said that we could last forever
But I had my wild oats yet to sow
Through every storm and each endeavor
The past and the love we found
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