Текст песни Billy Ray Cyrus - Southern Rain
Billy Ray Cyrus - Southern Rain слова песни
Times were rough when times were leanMost the time nobody seemed to careNo more peace than a southern breezeWhistling through the willow treesAnd I see you...standing thereAnd I reach out to touch your faceBut the cold hard facts of life put me in my placeSouthern rain fallin` down on meThinkin` back to yesterday and the way things used to be"Sweet Home" on the radio, why do things have to changeOh Lord, what I would not give to feel that southern rainWatermelon growin` on the vineThe sweet taste of homemade wineAnd the soft touch of your fingertipsLayin` down by the riversideDo you recall how we used to hideSo I could taste your lipsThough the winds of change took me from homeSo many years just passed me byAnd now I`m all aloneSouthern rain fallin` down on meThinkin` back to yesterday and the way things used to be"Sweet Home" on the radio, why do things have to changeOh Lord, what I would not give to feel that southern rainYou said that we could last foreverBut I had my wild oats yet to sowThrough every storm and each endeavorThe past and the love we foundJust will not let me goSouthern rain fallin` down on meThinkin` back to yesterday and the way things used to be"Sweet Home" on the radio, why do things have to changeOh Lord, what I would not give to feel that southern rain