Lyrics:

Well, the rain ain't fussy about where it lands,It'll find you no matter where you standIt's gonna rain brother, and
it's gonna rain hardWhen the blues comes calling with it's calling cardIt ain't so funny when you'd rather die,Ain't no ple
asure when that girl don't replyTo your love sick letter that you wrote in tearsAbout feeling so bad for a million years.Wa
tch out brother, be alert,Whatever you do, don't show that hurtDon't show that hurt.I've been subjected, I've been so distr
essedCome 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 wh
en that girl don't replyTo your lovesick letter that you wrote in tearsAbout feeling so bad for a million years.Yeah, the r
ain ain't fussy about where it falls,It rains on one like it rains on allBut when it falls brother, it's gonna rain hardWhen
the blues comes calling with it's calling cardWatch out brother, be alert,Whatever you do, don't show that hurt,Don't show
that hurt.