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