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 When the colors go 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 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, its usually the change But damn Sam, I love a woman that rains