Blue Woman - Courtney Marie Andrews

Winter, he’s on our front porch

Laying down a sheet of snow

Me, I’m in our big brass bed laying in all my sorrows

'Cause I am a blue woman

I am a blue woman

And you are my blue man

Good old winter, he’s got me dreamin'

Of my first home, the burning southwest

So I lay here through the quiet morning

Countin' on dreams I can’t quite grab

When countin' dreams is all I have

'Cause I am a blue woman

I am a blue woman

And you are my blue man

Honey, you are my blue man