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