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Darlin' Angel Eyes

Nick Lowe and His Cowboy Outfit
There was a big crowd hangin' round
Outside of the Comfort Lounge
The night a flashing blade in a frightened hand
Turned his world upside down

He was trialed and was convicted
And was sentenced for to die
Oh but the night before they sent out for
His darlin' angel eyes

Oh she could not write a letter
For she had no word recall
And so they left them both together
And waited outside in the hall

Come on and lay down by my side
For what may be the last time
I want to taste your lips of cherry wine
My darlin' angel eyes

I would work the graveyard shift
Put my back out in the sun
If I could not do what I must do now
I would do all I have done

Oh she could not write a letter
For she had no word recall
They left the two of them both together
Round the hall

Come on and lay down by my side
For what may be the last time
I want to taste your lips of cherry wine
My darlin' angel eyes

I would work hard and save my dough
And we could move back north to Baltimore
But it's too too late for that I know
My darlin' angel eyes