Well, my woman up and left me, Lord, this morning
Just packed up my dreams and walked away
I can't say her leaving's caught me with no warning
She got tired looking for them better days
It seemed the sunshine never found our window
The sky got so blue it turned to gray
But a tree gotta bend the way the wind blows
Or the wind is gonna blow that tree away
Oh, the road it sure got rough, lord, where I been
So many times I thought I'd just call it a day
But there's nothing when it's over but the end
So I guess I gotta find a better way
On a Greyhound bound for San Francisco
The lady's really gone to stay
But a man's gotta bend the way the wind blows
Or the wind gonna blow that man away
