Dixie Storms (Lone Justice)

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