A Different Kind of Sad (outtake) Songtext
von 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 a Monday morning blues
It's like a 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 a Monday morning blues
It′s like a 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