Danny Boy

Your skin is cold But the sun shines within your hold Your hair is gold But you see through a goldfish bowl I feel old, sick, and tired We walk the streets Gently staring, wonderin' what to do The sun in sheets It's pourin' down those streets to eyes green and blue Oh, and a ship with eight sails could come round the bend Or a heard of bulls chargin' stoplights red I'd be blind You broke my heart, Danny boy Not your fault, Danny boy I was had at the doorstep Played, like a two to a four-set Had, like poor Job in the Bible by God Day comes, I wake I wake with a hard heartache I go down to your place We sit and chat, chat about New York And trips to the bayou My smile, a trick And trickin' me and tryin' not to scare you And a ship with eight sails could come round the bend Or a heard of bulls charging stoplights red I'd be blind You broke my heart, Danny boy Not your fault, Danny boy I was had at the doorstep Played, like a two to a four-set And had, like poor Job in the Bible by God For I knew I was had at the doorstep Had like a two to a four-set Played like poor Job in the Bible by God