| France Chance |
|---|
| Drop down baby, just like showers of rain |
| I hate to hear my fair brown call my name, yeah |
| I hate to hear my fair brown call my name |
| Well, she calls so loud, and the poor girl calls so plain |
| Walks to the station, tears running down |
| I got news, my baby, done left town, yeah |
| I got news, my baby, 'cause he done blow this town |
| Well, I got great news, my baby, he done blow this town |
| Blues started calling me like Ronny and France |
| Looks like that other guy won’t allow me no chance, yeah |
