Southern Rain Michael Timmins [A] The flies have quit their buzzing. Even [D] Bear has stopped his barking. They [E] all sense something brewing up the [D-E] James and headed this [A] way. [Asus] (see below) [A] Bobby sips his morning coffee. Says, have you [D] finished with the funnies. Looks [E] like a storm is coming honey guess [D-E] we’ll have to stay in bed [A] today. [Asus] [D] I’ve heard that into every life [A] a little of it must [D] fall. If there’s [A] any truth to the [E] saying, Lord let it be a [D] southern [A] rain. [Asus] [A] Marie was born in Macon, Georgia. She [D] met a west coast lawyer. He [E] plucked that sweet magnolia and [D-E] carried her to the hills of [A] West L.A. [Asus] [A] She says, I never thought I’d tire of a dollar. But [D] this life has grown so hollow. Every [E] night there’s lipstick on his collar and every [D-E] morning I wash it [A] away. [Asus] She [D] heard that into every life [A] a little of it must [D] fall. So she [A] spends her evening [E] praying for a little of the [D] southern [A] rain. [Asus] [Gm] Cars alive [F#m] on city streets of [E] sparkling black [A] water Like [F#m] waves beneath my window–never [Bm] break just roll [E] away. [D] Tonight, this rain will [E] be my [F#m] lullabye: [Bm] [D] these cars, my dreams to [E] carry me home to [A] stay. [Asus] The [A] wipers beat a rhythm. Truck [D] spray obscures my vision. But I’m [E] closing in on my destination. Two more [D] hours and I’ll [E] be at your [A] door. [Asus] But it will [A] never cease to amaze me how a little [D] rain can drive folks crazy. When I’d trade [E] all my clear skies gladly for your [D] blue eyes, your [E] crooked smile and a steady [A] downpour. I’ve [D] heard that into every life [A] a little of it must [D] fall, but you’ll [E] never catch me [A] complaining about [D] too much of that [E] southern [A] rain. Tabbed by armour@gov.nt.ca Asus lick: B ——-0-h-2–0— G -0-h-2——–0— bbkim’s note: or, on the [Asus] lick thing, you can just decorate the [A] with an [A7] and it sounds pretty good. |