Well,
the rain ain't fussy about where it lands,
It'll
find you hiding no matter where you stand.
It's
gonna rain brother, and it's gonna rain hard,
When
the blues comes calling with it's calling card.
It ain't too funny when you'd rather die,
Ain't
no pleasure when that girl don't reply.
To
your love sick letter that you wrote in tears,
About
feeling so bad for a million years.
Watch
out brother, be alert,
But
whatever you do, don't show that hurt,
Don't
show that hurt, show that hurt.
I've
been subjected, I've been so distressed,
Come
back baby, to clean up this mess,
Clean
up this mess.
It
ain't so funny when you'd rather die,
Ain't
no pleasure when that girl don't reply.
To
your lovesick letter that you wrote in tears,
About
feeling so bad for a million years.
Yeah,
the rain ain't fussy about where it falls,
It
rains on one like it rains on all.
But
when it falls brother, it's gonna rain hard,
When
the blues comes calling with it's calling card.
Watch
out brother, be alert,
Whatever
you do, don't show that hurt,
Don't
show that hurt. |