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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 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 falling down on me |
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Thinking 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 |
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I would not give to feel that southern rain, oh |
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Watermelon growing on the vine, the sweet taste of homemade wine |
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And the soft touch of your fingertips |
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Laying down by the riverside 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 and now |
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I'm all alone |
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Southern rain falling down on me |
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Thinking 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 |
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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 just will not let me go |
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Southern rain falling down on me |
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Thinking 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 |
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I would not give to feel that southern rain |
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Oh Lord, what |
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I would not give to feel that southern, southern rain |
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Oh, to feel that southern rain |
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Oh, to feel that southern rain |
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Oh, to feel that southern rain |
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Southern rain, can you feel that southern rain |
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No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no |
