Andrew Combs – Rose Colored Blues lyrics

On a dark and stormy morning
Waking with an aching in his head
Wiping off yesterday
All the hurtin' spiteful words that were said
Well it seems to me he’s falling
From grace in some sweet darling’s eyes
But somewhere there’s another town
And another woman waiting down the line

Lost love and slow trains
Whichever way you choose
It don’t ever get too bad
When you got them rambling, rose-colored blues

If he’s headed west and falls behind
Derailed 'neath the blue Missoula sky
If the whistle blows him east
Into the dirty screaming New York City life at night
He might sleep beneath the stars
Or some borrowed bed he’ll find along the way
He might charm a pretty face to keep him warm
But come the morning, on his way

Lost love and slow trains
Whichever way you choose
It don’t ever get too bad
When you got them rambling, rose-colored blues

No storyline of destiny, fable, or fantasy you’ll find
Just another nowhere man
Going anywhere, anytime he minds
So while the world turns and worries
Money, war and glory, right or wrong
Silhouetted by the gloaming, off he goes
Singing this old song

Lost love and slow trains
Whichever way you choose
It don’t ever get too bad
When you got them rambling, rose-colored blues
It don’t ever get too bad
When you got them rambling, rose-colored blues