One more dark and stormy morning Waking with an aching in his head Wiping off yesterday All the hurt and spiteful words that were said Well it seems to me he's fallen From grace in some sweet darling's eye 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 ramblin', rose colored blues If he's headed west and falls behind Derailed neath blue Missoula sky If the whistle blows him east Into the dirty screaming New York City night He might sleep beneath the stars Or on 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 ramblin', 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 ramblin', rose colored blues It don't ever get too bad When you got them ramblin', rose colored blues