Same Old Blues - Peter Green

the morning rain it keeps on falling

just like the tear falling from my eye

and yet i see in my room

staring hard at the gloom

is the rain

it’s the same

i can’t help, i can’t help but take care of you

where the sun used to shine at my back door

i maw the clouds and i taunt the rain

and all my laughter’s hurting pain

yes, it’s the same

the same old

the same old blues

the sun shines, the sun shines

it’s all the same

the right rain, it’s like a clown to me and as i see it in my room

staring hard at the gloom

is the rain

it’s the same

i stare at the rain

and it’s the same

the same old blues

i still know it’s the rain

and i said it’s the same old blues