Billy Ray Cyrus - Southern rain

^GTimes were rough when ^Dtimes were lean, ^CMost of the time nobody seemed t^Go care.^{D Am C G}No more peace in a ^Dsouthern breeze, ^CWhistlin' through the willow trees And I ^Gsee you^D standin' ^Amthere^G/B. ^CAnd I reach ^G/Bout to touch your ^Amface,^{G/B C}But the cold hard ^G/Bfacts of life ^Amput me in my ^Dplace.

^CSouthern ^Drain, ^Gfallin' down on ^G7me. ^CThink I'm back to ^Dyesterday and the ^Gway things used to ^G7be. ^CSweet Home on the ^Dradio, why ^Gdo things ^F#mhave to ^Emchange? ^COh Lord, what I ^Dwould not give to ^Cfeel that ^Dsouthern ^Grain.

^GWatermelon growin' ^Don the vine, ^Cthe sweet taste of homemade wine, And the ^Gsoft touch^D of your finger^Amtips.^{C G}Layin' down by the ^Driverside, ^CDo you recall how we used to hide, So ^GI could^D taste your^Am lips?^{G/B C}Though the winds of ^G/Bchange took me from ^Amhome,^{G/B C}So many years just ^G/Bpass me by, and ^Amnow I'm all a^Dlone.

^CSouthern ^Drain, ^Gfallin' down on ^G7me. ^CThink I'm back to ^Dyesterday and the ^Gway things used to ^G7be. ^CSweet Home on the ^Dradio, why ^Gdo things ^F#mhave to ^Emchange? ^COh Lord, what I ^Dwould not give to ^Cfeel that ^Dsouthern ^Grain.^{G7 F}You said that ^Cwe could last for^Gever, ^{F G F}But I had my ^Cwild oats yet to ^Gsow. ^{F G F}For every ^Cstorm and each en^Emdeavour, ^CThe past and the ^G/Blove we found just ^Amwill not let me ^Dgo.

^CSouthern ^Drain, ^Gfallin' down on ^G7me. ^CThink I'm back to ^Dyesterday and the ^Gway things used to ^G7be. ^CSweet Home on the ^Dradio, why ^Gdo things ^F#mhave to ^Emchange? ^COh Lord, what I ^Dwould not give to ^Cfeel that ^Dsouthern ^Emrain^G. ^COh Lord, what I ^Dwould not give to ^Cfeel that ^Dsouthern, southern ^Grain.

^{D Am C}Oh to feel that southern ^Grain^D. (r^Amepea^Ct t^Go finish)