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 L.A.



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



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