Andrew Combs - Rose colored blues

^D6One more dark and stormy morning Waking with an aching in his ^Am7head ^BmWiping off yesterday All the ^Am7hurt and spiteful words that were ^D7said

^D6Well it seems to me he’s fallen From grace in some sweet darling’s ^Am7eye ^BmBut somewhere there’s another town And ^Am7another woman waiting down the ^D6line

^D6Lost love and slow^Am7 trai^Bmns ^Am7Whichever way you ^Gchoose It don’t ever get too ^Cbad When you got them ^Dramblin’, rose colored ^D6blues

^D6If he’s headed west and falls behind Derailed neath blue Missoula ^Am7sky If the ^Bmwhistle blows him east Into the^Am7 dirty screaming New York City ^D7night

He might ^D6sleep beneath the stars Or on some borrowed bed he’ll find along the ^Am7way He might c^Bmharm a pretty face to keep him ^Am7warm But come the morning, on his ^D6way

^D6Lost love and slow^Am7 trai^Bmns ^Am7Whichever way you ^Gchoose It don’t ever get too ^Cbad When you got them ^Dramblin’, rose colored ^D6blues

No ^D6storyline of destiny, Fable, or fantasy you’ll ^Am7find Just ^Bmanother nowhere man Going ^Am7anywhere, anytime he mi^D7nds

So while the ^D6world turns and worries Money, war and glory, right or ^Am7wrong Silh^Bmouetted by the gloaming, o^Am7ff he goes Singing this old ^D6song

^D6Lost love and slow^Am7 trai^Bmns ^Am7Whichever way you ^Gchoose It don’t ever get too ^Cbad When you got them ^Dramblin’, rose colored ^D6blues It don’t ever get too ^Cbad When you got them ^Dramblin’, rose colored ^D6blues