Blues in the morning and the summer rain Falls on my poor truth as soft as champagneScarecrow hides in raw corn It must have been rainy the day I was bornA change in the weather just come this way Sit on this back porch, hope it rains all dayWater drips down where the screen is torn It must have been rainy the day I was bornI can't stop the rain from falling I won't even tryLet it all come down, there's no use stalling I've just never seen it rainFrom such a lonesome skyThe church bells ring down in town Church choir singing such a fine and holy soundI think I hear an angel with a golden horn It must have been rainy the day I was bornShe left a pair of shoes out on the lawn I'll let them dry out and someday send them outThe towers are still shining, but the souls are warm It must have been rainy the day I was born*