| One dark and stormy night, Bill Jones was feeling blue
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| Things didn’t seem just right, so he didn’t know just what to do
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| I said: Bill, please tell me, ain’t you satisfied?
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| He looked around so pitiful, then to me he replied
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| Keeps on a-rainin', look how it’s rainin'
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| Papa he can’t make no time
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| Wind keeps blowing, cold wind blowing
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| Soon I’ll find a southern clime
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| In the wintertime when it starts to snow
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| You know you pretty mama’s got to have some dough
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| Keeps on rainin', look how it’s rainin'
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| Papa he can’t make no time
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| Ain’t the snow just beautiful, some people say
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| But I’d rather see it in a moving picture play
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| Keeps on snowin', look how it’s snowin'
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| Papa he can’t make no time |