Calling Card

Well the rain ain't fussy 'bout 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 come calling with his calling card It ain't too 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 Watch out brother, be alert Whatever you do, don't show that hurt, don't show that hurt It ain't so 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 I've been so subjected, I've been so distresses Come back baby, to clean up this mess, clean up this mess It ain't too 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 Well the rain ain't fussy 'bout where it falls It rains on one just like it rains on all But when it falls brother, it's gonna rain hard When the blues come calling with his calling card Watch out brother, be alert Whatever you do, don't show that hurt, don't show that hurt

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