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 its 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 aint 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 its usually the change

But damn Sam I love a woman that rains