(Joe Callicott)



Drop down baby, just like showers of rain

I hate to hear my fair brown call my name, yeah

I hate to hear my fair brown call my name

Well, she calls so loud, and the poor girl calls so plain



Walks to the station, tears running down

I got news, my baby, done left town, yeah

I got news, my baby, 'cause he done blow this town

Well, I got great news, my baby, he done blow this town



Blues started calling me like Ronny and France

Looks like that other guy won't allow me no chance, yeah

Well, it looks like, to me, that other guy won't allow me all chance

Hum, hum, hum