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