This one you might like, it's called "Calling Card"
Thank you very much

The rain ain't fussy 'bout where it lands
It'll find you hiding no matter where you stand
It's gonna rain, brother, and it's sure to rain hard
When the blues comes calling with his calling card

It ain't too funny when you'd rather die
It ain't no pleasure when your girl don't reply
To your lovesick letter that you wrote in tears
About feeling so bad for a million years

Watch out, brother, be alert
Whatever you do
Don't show that hurt
Don't show that hurt

I've been so subjected, I've been so distressed
Come back, baby, won't ya
Clean up this mess? Oh
Clean up this mess, baby

It ain't too funny when you'd rather die
It ain't no pleasure when your girl don't reply
To your lovesick letter that you wrote in tears
About feeling so bad for a million years
The rain ain't fussy 'bout where it falls
It rains on one just like it rains on all
But when it falls, brother, it's sure to rain hard
When the blues comes calling with his calling card

Watch out, brother, be alert
Whatever you do
Don't show that hurt
Don't show that hurt