Blue Eyes

Sometimes I get upset when people treat me bad

I don't have time to think and so I get real mad

And I pull my hair and find somewhere where I can be alone

And when I do I think of you and head myself back home

For I got chores to keep me busy, clock to keep my time

A pretty girl to love me, with the same last name as mine

When the flowers wilt, a big old quilt to keep us warm

And I got the sun to see your blue eyes, and tonight you're in my arms