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