Well, the rain is a-pourin' down in a fury,
And the road is lookin' long,
And the only thing that comes to mind
Is the tune of this sad song.
Tune of this sad song! Oh Lord!
Well, the wind is a-creepin' up my back,
Through the door, through the roof, through the window crack.
Tossin' and a-turnin' all night long
To the rhythm and the sound of a saddened song.
Saddened song! Oh Lord!
In a dream of passion I saw a face
Of a beautiful woman in a terrible place.
She looked at me, and she called for you,
Then she closed her eyes and she sang this tune.
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