Brown‐Eyed Handsome Man Songtext
von Wanda Jackson
Brown‐Eyed Handsome Man Songtext
Well, arrested on charges of unemployment
He was sittin′ on the witness stand
The judge's wife called up the district attorney said
"Free that brown-eyed man
You want your job
You better free that brown-eyed man"
Now beautiful daughter couldn′t make up her mind
Between a doctor and a lawyer man
Her mother said, "Darlin' go out and find yourself a brown-eyed handsome man
Just like your daddy, a brown-eyed handsome man"
Well-a Milo Venus was a beautiful lass
She held the world in the palm of her hands
Oh, but she lost both her arms in a wrestlin' match
To win a brown-eyed handsome man
She fought and won herself a brown-eyed handsome man
I was flyin′ cross the desert in a TWA
I saw a woman walking cross the sand
She′d walked thirty miles en route to Bombay
To meet a brown-eyed handsome man
Her destination was a brown-eyed handsome man
Now-a two, three to count, nobody on
He hit a high fly into the stands
'Roundin′ third and comin' in for home
It was a brown-eyed handsome man
That won the game, it was a brown-eyed handsome man
It was a brown-eyed handsome man
It was a brown-eyed handsome man
It was a brown-eyed handsome man
He was sittin′ on the witness stand
The judge's wife called up the district attorney said
"Free that brown-eyed man
You want your job
You better free that brown-eyed man"
Now beautiful daughter couldn′t make up her mind
Between a doctor and a lawyer man
Her mother said, "Darlin' go out and find yourself a brown-eyed handsome man
Just like your daddy, a brown-eyed handsome man"
Well-a Milo Venus was a beautiful lass
She held the world in the palm of her hands
Oh, but she lost both her arms in a wrestlin' match
To win a brown-eyed handsome man
She fought and won herself a brown-eyed handsome man
I was flyin′ cross the desert in a TWA
I saw a woman walking cross the sand
She′d walked thirty miles en route to Bombay
To meet a brown-eyed handsome man
Her destination was a brown-eyed handsome man
Now-a two, three to count, nobody on
He hit a high fly into the stands
'Roundin′ third and comin' in for home
It was a brown-eyed handsome man
That won the game, it was a brown-eyed handsome man
It was a brown-eyed handsome man
It was a brown-eyed handsome man
It was a brown-eyed handsome man
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