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.