#From: [email protected] (Jan Runesson)
#
#The Pogues
# A pair of brown eyes
#
One su[G]mmer evening drunk to hell I s[Am]at there nearly l[C]ifeless
An ol[G]d man in the corner sang where the wa[C]terlilies gr[Am]ow
And o[G]n the jukebox Johnny sang ab[Am]out a thing called l[C]ove
and it's h[G]ow are you k[Am]id
and wh[C]ats your na[G]me
and h[C]ow would you bloody k[Am]now
In blood and death 'neath a screaming sky
I lay down on the ground
And the arms and legs of other men
Were scattered all around
Some cursed some prayed some prayed then cursed
Then prayed and bled some more
And the only thing that I could see
Was a pa[G]ir of brown ey[Am]es that was loo[C]king at m[G]e
But w[G]hen we got bac[Am]k labelled part[C]s one to [G]three
There wa[G]s no pair of b[Am]rown eyes waiti[C]ng for me[G]
And a ro[G]vin' a r[Am]ovin' a r[C]ovin' I'll g[G]o
And a ro[G]vin' a r[Am]ovin' a r[C]ovin' I'll g[G]o
And a ro[G]vin' a r[Am]ovin' a r[C]ovin' I'll g[G]o
For a pa[C]ir of brown ey[Am]es
For a pa[C]ir of b[D]rown ey[G]es
I looked at him he looked at me
All I could do was hate him
While Ray and Philomena sang
Of my elusive dream
I saw the streams, the rolling hills
Where his brown eyes were waiting
And I thought about a pair of brown eyes
That waited once for me
So drunk to hell I left the place
Sometimes crawling sometimes walking
A hungry sound came across the breeze
So I gave the walls a talking
And I heard the sounds of long ago
From the old canal
And the birds were whistling in the trees
Where the wind was gently laughing
And a ro[G]vin' a r[Am]ovin' a r[C]ovin' I'll g[G]o
And a ro[G]vin' a r[Am]ovin' a r[C]ovin' I'll g[G]o
And a ro[G]vin' a r[Am]ovin' a r[C]ovin' I'll g[G]o
For a pa[C]ir of brown ey[Am]es
For a pa[C]ir of b[D]rown ey[G]es
[---]/Jan Runesson/[email protected]/Stockholm, SWEDEN/
#
#The Pogues
# A pair of brown eyes
#
One su[G]mmer evening drunk to hell I s[Am]at there nearly l[C]ifeless
An ol[G]d man in the corner sang where the wa[C]terlilies gr[Am]ow
And o[G]n the jukebox Johnny sang ab[Am]out a thing called l[C]ove
and it's h[G]ow are you k[Am]id
and wh[C]ats your na[G]me
and h[C]ow would you bloody k[Am]now
In blood and death 'neath a screaming sky
I lay down on the ground
And the arms and legs of other men
Were scattered all around
Some cursed some prayed some prayed then cursed
Then prayed and bled some more
And the only thing that I could see
Was a pa[G]ir of brown ey[Am]es that was loo[C]king at m[G]e
But w[G]hen we got bac[Am]k labelled part[C]s one to [G]three
There wa[G]s no pair of b[Am]rown eyes waiti[C]ng for me[G]
And a ro[G]vin' a r[Am]ovin' a r[C]ovin' I'll g[G]o
And a ro[G]vin' a r[Am]ovin' a r[C]ovin' I'll g[G]o
And a ro[G]vin' a r[Am]ovin' a r[C]ovin' I'll g[G]o
For a pa[C]ir of brown ey[Am]es
For a pa[C]ir of b[D]rown ey[G]es
I looked at him he looked at me
All I could do was hate him
While Ray and Philomena sang
Of my elusive dream
I saw the streams, the rolling hills
Where his brown eyes were waiting
And I thought about a pair of brown eyes
That waited once for me
So drunk to hell I left the place
Sometimes crawling sometimes walking
A hungry sound came across the breeze
So I gave the walls a talking
And I heard the sounds of long ago
From the old canal
And the birds were whistling in the trees
Where the wind was gently laughing
And a ro[G]vin' a r[Am]ovin' a r[C]ovin' I'll g[G]o
And a ro[G]vin' a r[Am]ovin' a r[C]ovin' I'll g[G]o
And a ro[G]vin' a r[Am]ovin' a r[C]ovin' I'll g[G]o
For a pa[C]ir of brown ey[Am]es
For a pa[C]ir of b[D]rown ey[G]es
[---]/Jan Runesson/[email protected]/Stockholm, SWEDEN/
