Baby, if I'd been a gambler, I'd have turned out a different way; But lately, everywhere I go, It's the same highway; And if I were born some time else This could be a different day; Like the rise and fall of a country squall, Getting' ready to fade away.
Sometimes I feel like I should be in a different place, With somebody else's mind And somebody else's face; 'Cause lately, I've been feelin' low, With nothing to do and no place to go; Like the rise and fall of a country squall, Getting' ready to fade away.
Leanin' on a birch tree, Starin' up at a winter sky; Listenin' to the black birds calling, There's no tears left to cry; And no reasons that I can find Why I should run this race; Like the rise and fall of a country squall, Getting' ready to fade away.