Brown Eyed Lady
He used to be a ramblin' man
Drank and gambled shore to shore
Then he met a brown eyed lady
And he don't do that anymore
Oh, he was born in New Orleans
Traveled as far as Singapore
He met a girl from Abilene
And he don't travel anymore
Now she was special, she was sweet
He'd never seen her like before
Always he had loved and left 'em
But he don't do that anymore
They grew old and the town's still there
Their love grew a little stronger
They hold hands as the sun goes down
They'll do that for awhile longer
3-28-20
Copyright © Larry Bradfield | Year Posted 2020
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