As a man I ain't never been much for sunny days

I'm as calm as a fruit stand in New York and maybe as strange

But when the color goes out of my eyes, it's usually the change



But damn Sam I love a woman that rains



Clear as a bell, and sound as an old engineer

Clear as a bell, and sound as an old engineer

With talented breezes that blow off your hat with a sneer

As a man I've never been much for talking to

I'm as open as the door in her house that leads to her room

And when the color goes out of my eyes, she's usually too



But damn Sam I love a woman that's blue



As a man I ain't never been much for sunny days

I'm as calm as a fruit stand in New York and maybe as strange

But when the color goes out of my eyes, it's usually the change



But damn Sam I love a woman that rains