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 bluesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
