Don’t Take It Too Bad (Live at the Old Quarter)

[Verse 1]
Don't you take it too bad
If you're feeling unloving
Well, if you're feeling unfeeling
If you're feeling alone
Don't you take it too bad
'Cause it ain't you to blame, babe
Well, it's some kind of game made
Out of all of this living
That we got left to do

[Verse 2]
Aw, and if you go searching
For rhyme or for reason
Well, then you won't have the time
That it takes just for talking
'Bout the places you've been, babe
'Bout the faces you've seen, babe
Aw, and how soft the time flies
Past your window at night

[Verse 3]
And we just can't have that, girl
'Cause it's a hard, lonesome cold world
And a man needs a woman
Aw to stand by his side
And whisper sweet words
In his ears about daydreams
And roses and playthings
And the sweetness of springtime
And the sound of the rain