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 falling down on me thinking 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 growing on the vine the sweet taste of homemade wine and the soft touch of your fingertips laying 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 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 oh lord what i would not give to feel that southern southern rain oh to feel that southern southern rain oh to feel that southern southern rain oh to feel that southern southern rain southern southern rain