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