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