I was singing for my supper in a bar called The Davy Lamp
When Blue eyed Annie came waltzing in with a feather in her cowboy hat
I knew I was in trouble by the end of the second verse
The way she was smiling at me, I forgot all the words
Blue eyed Annie
Oh Lord you're pretty
But I think your boyfriend wants to hit me
If you don't stop looking at me like that
An hour later and I'm at the bar, I guess I'm buying her a drink
Whiskey and water when she takes a sip
She rests her head on my chest
I take a deep breath and ask myself
How am I getting out of this mess?
I curse my lucky stars
Blue eyed Annie
Oh Lord you're pretty
But your boyfriend definitely wants to hit me
Cause you won't stop looking at me like that
Well that's all's fair man, this is love and war
But why does that bastard have to be seven feet tall?
That really don't seem fair man...
Well bruises heal and broken hearts they'll mend
So I'll take my chances on this road to Hell
Blue eyed Annie, keep looking at me like that
Bruises heal and broken hearts they'll mend
So I'll take my chances on this road to Hell
Blue eyed Annie, keep looking at me like that
Blue eyed Annie, keep looking at me like that