Текст песни A Different Kind of Sad - Buck Owens

I′ve had rainy days and troubles in my life
I've had my share of worries like the next man down the line
But I had you to come on home to, you were all I had
Losing you, that′s a different kind of sad
Losing you ain't like the Monday morning blues
It's like waiting for a train that you know has passed on through
And I′ve seen times when every single bit of luck I had was bad
Losing you, that′s a different kind of sad
I might feel blue when the fog comes rolling in
I might start feeling lonesome when I hear a howling wind
But there's nothing that could hurt me even close to half this bad
Losing you, that′s a different kind of sad
Losing you ain't like the Monday morning blues
It′s like waiting for a train that you know has passed on through
And I've seen times when every single bit of luck I had was bad
Losing you, that′s a different kind of sad