Lyrics:

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 comes callin' with his callin' 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 feelin' so bad for a million years
Watch out brother, be alert
Whatever you do, don't show that hurt, don't show that hurt, yeah
Whoo
I've been so subjected, I've been so distressed
Come back baby, and clean up this mess, clean up this mess
Well, it ain't so funny when you'd rather die
It ain't no pleasure when that girl don't reply
To your lovesick letter that you wrote in tears
About feelin' so bad for a million years
Yeah, 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 comes callin' with his callin' card

Watch out brother, be alert
But whatever you do, don't show that hurt, don't show that hurt
Yeah
Yeah, hoo
Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh