(Billy Ray Cyrus/Don Von Tress/Michael Joe Sagraves)



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