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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 colors go out of my eyes, it's usually the change
Oh, 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 ain't never been much for talking to
I'm as open as the door in her house that leads to her room
But when the color goes out of my eyes, she's usually blue
Oh, 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, maybe as strange
But when the colors go out of my eyes, it's usually the change
Oh, but damn, Sam, I love a woman that rains
Oh, damn, Sam, I love a woman that rains