This one you might like, it's called "Calling Card"
Thank you very much
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 sure to rain hard
When the blues comes calling with his calling card
It ain't too funny when you'd rather die
It ain't no pleasure when your girl don't reply
To your lovesick 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 so subjected, I've been so distressed
Come back, baby, won't ya
Clean up this mess? Oh
Clean up this mess, baby
It ain't too funny when you'd rather die
It ain't no pleasure when your girl don't reply
To your lovesick letter that you wrote in tears
About feeling so bad for a million years
Thank you very much
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 sure to rain hard
When the blues comes calling with his calling card
It ain't too funny when you'd rather die
It ain't no pleasure when your girl don't reply
To your lovesick 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 so subjected, I've been so distressed
Come back, baby, won't ya
Clean up this mess? Oh
Clean up this mess, baby
It ain't too funny when you'd rather die
It ain't no pleasure when your girl don't reply
To your lovesick letter that you wrote in tears
About feeling so bad for a million years
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