Her Eyes Are Bluebonnet Blue

I was standing in the long branch he came through the swinging doors

He caught my eye and smiled and shuffled across the barroom floor

He said I see you’re from texas partner I’m from texas too

Would you buy a man a whiskey I’m a puncher just like you

I came up the trail with slaughter in the spring of ‘83

Lots of men has made the trip but no one more than me

I had myself a sweetheart she begged me not to leave

But I love the smell of trail dust and a horse between my knees

She’s a pretty nester’s daughter and her hair is flaming red

Her voice will captivate your heart her beauty turns your head

She’s gentle as a kitten when she snuggles up to you

Her skin is soft as goose-down and her eyes bluebonnet blue

I thought someday I might go back but every time I try

I find another hill to climb another trail to ride

There were times I had the money could-a bought a little spread

Could-a given her what she wanted I went up the trail instead

I squandered all my money on booze and fancy dames

Till the whiskey dulled my senses hardly even know my name

I can’t go back to texas I’m afraid she didn’t wait

If I saw her with another all my love would turn to hate