Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rose Colored Blues, artist - Andrew Combs. Date of issue: 20.04.2017
Song language: English
Rose Colored Blues |
| 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 |