Bobby sips his morning coffee
But it will never cease to amaze me
And a steady downpour
Says I'll be finished with the funnies
For a little of that southern rain
The wipers beat a rhythm
But this life has grown so hollow
She met a west coast lawyer
And carried her to the hills of west L.A.
Never break just roll away
He plucked that sweet magnolia
Marie was born in Macon Georgia
They all sense something brewing
Looks like a storm's coming honey
Guess we'll have to stay in bed today
To carry me home to stay
For your blue eyes, your crooked smile
Lord, let it be a southern rain
She heard that into every life
How a little rain can drive folks crazy
But I'm closing in on my destination
Two more hours and I'll be at your door
So she spends her evenings praying
If there's any truth to the saying
Truck spray obscures my vision
But you'll never catch me complaining
A little of it must fall
Yeah, I've heard that into every life
When I'd trade all my clear skies gladly
And every morning I wash it away"
Of sparkling black water
Tonight, this rain will be my lullaby
Like waves beneath my window
Up the James and headed this way
Every night there's lipstick on his collar
Cars alive on city streets
A little of it must fall
And I've heard that into every life
She said, "I never thought I'd tire of a dollar
A little of it must fall
These cars, my dreams
