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