Sylvia Tyson Lyrics
"Denim Blue Eyes"

We would walk in the morning thru the young green corn
His hair around his face like a sun rise
He would turn to me slowly where the palm trees grow
And smile with his deep denim blue eyes
And smile with his blue eyes

Our children were born and they grew like the corn
And our lifes were a rich as the clover
Each new spring was welcomed with birds loving song
to remind us that we were still lovers.

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But the farm was to small to carry us all
And not of the leaving was painful
And we come to this place that is worse than any hell
Tho they call it the city of angels

And he put his time on the assembly line
And each day I seen how his soul is dying
And like bugs lingering on the face of the dawnk
There is pain in his deep denim Blue eyes
There is pain in his blue eyes

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