Prison Blue Eyes Songtext
von Chadwick Stokes

I′ve got to go downtown, I'll miss you along the way
I miss your stripes your lilywhites that have turned dirty gray

I′ve got to pay that bus, I've got to pay the fare
I'm gonna miss your crooked teeth
Miss your pixie hair

Cause I hate to see you suffering,
Don′t ever want your prison blue eyes to be sad, not once
I know it′s not how it goes, but this worrying was undersold


I've got to go downeast, walk down Elliott Street
Wave to the murals with my little girl and watch the cracks in the concrete

I hear the rain outside, I hear the bell strike late
Is that you I hear coming off the street, or just the wind blowing the gate?

Cause I hate to see you suffering,
Don′t ever want your prison blue eyes to be sad, not once
I know it's not how it goes, but this worrying was undersold

Cause I hate to see you suffering,
Don′t ever want your prison blue eyes to be sad, not once
I know it's not how it goes, but this worrying was undersold
Oh well, I might have known