| Rain fell this mornin', make me feel so bad
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| on account of my baby walked off with another man.
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| Like takin' eyesight from the blind man and money from the poor
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| that woman took my lovin' and walked on out that door.
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| And it sure got cold after the rain fell,
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| not from the sky, from my eye.
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| Somebody, can you tell me just what make a man feel this way?
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| Like river without its water, like night without a day.
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| And it sure 'nuff got cold after the rain fell,
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| not from the sky but from my eye.
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| If you’re home early in the mornin' you hear that rain to fall,
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| with thunderbolts and lightning the wind begins to call.
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| Your worry’s superficial 'cause you slept on through the night
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| but stormy weather keep you wond’rin' if ev’rything’s all right.
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| And it sure 'nuff got cold after the rain fell,
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| not from the sky but from my eye,
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| not from the sky, from my eye. |