Fall, fall the pouring rain
Stand in the middle
And you feel each grain
You call, call, you call my name
I don't answer
Sugarpie, I'm not the same
Fire, fire, the fires inside
First I was a widow, how can I be a bride?
Well I'm a liar, liar, I said it before
Won't be rocking babies on your wooden floor
I just feel that, I don't give what you give me
I just feel that
Cream got coffee
Sugar got tea
Butter got bread
But lover, you best find better than me
Rain, rain, don’t ya go away
Come, come again
I beg you stay
Well, cry cry, have pity on me
Bury this dread
This fire in your flood, prithee
I just feel that, I don't give what you give me
I just feel that
Cream got coffee
Sugar got tea
Butter got bread
But lover, you best find better than me
Well, fall, fall, the pouring rain
Stand in the middle
And you feel each grain
And you call, call
You call my name
But I don't answer ‘cause, Sugarpie, I’m not the same