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
And it sure got cold after the rain fell,
that woman took my lovin' and walked on out that door.
not from the sky, from my eye.
Like river without its water, like night without a day. And it sure 'nuff got cold after the rain fell,
Somebody, can you tell me just what make a man feel this way?
not from the sky but from my eye. If you're home early in the mornin' you hear that rain to fall,
Your worry's superficial 'cause you slept on through the night
with thunderbolts and lightning the wind begins to call.
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.
- Billy Gibbons.
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