Times were rough when times were lean
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Most the time nobody seemed to care
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No more peace than a southern breeze
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Whistling through the willow trees
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And I see you...standing there
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And I reach out to touch your face
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But the cold hard facts of life put me in my place
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Southern rain fallin' down on me
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Thinkin' back to yesterday and the way things used to be
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"Sweet Home" on the radio, why do things have to change
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Oh Lord, what I would not give to feel that southern rain
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Watermelon growin' on the vine
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The sweet taste of homemade wine
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And the soft touch of your fingertips
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Layin' down by the riverside
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Do you recall how we used to hide
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So I could taste your lips
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Though the winds of change took me from home
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So many years just passed me by
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And now I'm all alone
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Southern rain fallin' down on me
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Thinkin' back to yesterday and the way things used to be
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"Sweet Home" on the radio, why do things have to change
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Oh Lord, what I would not give to feel that southern rain
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You said that we could last forever
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But I had my wild oats yet to sow
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Through every storm and each endeavor
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The past and the love we found
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Just will not let me go
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Southern rain fallin' down on me
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Thinkin' back to yesterday and the way things used to be
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"Sweet Home" on the radio, why do things have to change
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Oh Lord, what I would not give to feel that southern rain
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Southern Rain
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| Billy Ray Cyrus |
