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