Dixie Storms

I received a letter, like so many others

Mama said, How's life in the city?

My your sister's grown

And you just missed those awful dixie storms

Thank God they've passed

Those awful dixie storms

I left so long ago

I'd forgotten just what for

But they say

When a big city beckons

You have no choice but to go

And here, there are no dixie storms

Thank God, there are no dixie storms

And the smoke on the street

Makes me wonder why I stay away

From those gentle dixie storms

When I was younger

How I would wonder

What made the sweet Georgia rain

Make me feel so warm

And how God made a dixie storm

And how I loved those dixie storms

And the rumble in the sky

Brings a shudder to my soul

Oh how I loved those dixie storms