As a man I ain't never been much for sunny days
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I'm as calm as a fruit stand in New York and maybe as strange
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But when the color goes out of my eyes its usually the change
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But damn Sam I love a woman that rains
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Clear as a bell and sound as an old engineer
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Clear as a bell and sound as an old engineer
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With talented breezes that blow off your hat with a sneer
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As a man I've never been much for talking to
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I'm as open as the door in her house that leads to her room
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And when the color goes out of my eyes she's usually too
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But damn Sam I love a woman that's blue
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As a man I aint never been much for sunny days
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I'm as calm as a fruit stand in New York and maybe as strange
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But when the color goes out of my eyes its usually the change
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But damn Sam I love a woman that rains
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Damn, Sam (I Love A Woman That Rains)
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| Ryan Adams |
