Lyrics:

Well, the rain ain't fussy about where it lands,
It'll find you no matter where you stand
It's gonna rain brother, and it's gonna rain hard
When the blues comes calling with it's calling card

It ain't so funny when you'd rather die,
Ain't no pleasure when that girl don't reply
To your love sick letter that you wrote in tears
About feeling so bad for a million years.

Watch out brother, be alert,
Whatever you do, don't show that hurt
Don't show that hurt.

I've been subjected, I've been so distressed
Come back baby, to clean up this mess,
Clean up this mess.

It ain't so 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 feeling so bad for a million years.

Yeah, the rain ain't fussy about where it falls,
It rains on one like it rains on all
But when it falls brother, it's gonna rain hard
When the blues comes calling with it's calling card

Watch out brother, be alert,
Whatever you do, don't show that hurt,
Don't show that hurt.