(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