From the CD, "Sweet Science." Read more about Robert Ryan.

Robert Ryan

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He's got eyes like two little bits of coal
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Dark smudges on the windows to his soul
And there's something smoldering just below
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He's got eyes like two little bits of coal

Now he's in one of his Robert Ryan moods
One more drink, man, I wish you would
Don't try talking sense, it won't do any good
When he's in one of his Robert Ryan moods

He knows it's wrong, and that just makes it worse
Has a way with words, knows how to make them hurt
Even when he says a prayer, it sounds more like a curse
He knows it's wrong, and that just makes it worse

(Instrumental, like verse)

Did two hitches back in the second war
Those SOBs never knew what they were in for
He's not the type to tell you what he saw
when he was fighting in the second war

So he's out getting stinko with some friends
If he ever bothers coming home again
He'll be reeking of cheap gin and trying to make amends
When he's finished getting stinko with his friends

(Instrumental bridge)
E F#m (three times) E A C# F#m

He's a hot head, there's no use to deny it
He'll promise next time that he's really gonna try
Do you believe it? Well, it's a lie
He's a hot head, and there's no use to deny it

He doesn't mean to take it out on you
But he's in one of his Robert Ryan moods
You don't know how he's tried, how it tears him up inside

Every time he takes it out on you
He has his bad days, he has his good
Just watch out for those Robert Ryan moods
Just watch out for those Robert Ryan moods
Just watch out for those Robert Ryan moods

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