ryan adams
damn, sam (i love a woman that rains)
As a man I ainâ€™t never been much for sunny days Iâ€™m as calm as a fruit stand in New York and maybe as strange But when the color goes out of my eyes, itâ€™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 Iâ€™ve never been much for talking to Iâ€™m as open as the door in her house that leads to her room And when the color goes out of my eyes, sheâ€™s usually too But damn Sam I love a woman thatâ€™s blue As a man I ainâ€™t never been much for sunny days Iâ€™m as calm as a fruit stand in New York and maybe as strange But when the color goes out of my eyes, itâ€™s usually the change But damn Sam I love a woman that rains.