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Friday, 27 November 2009 23:55 |
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From the CD, "Sweet Science." Read more about Robert Ryan.
Robert Ryan
F#m He's got eyes like two little bits of coal Bm F#m Dark smudges on the windows to his soul And there's something smoldering just below Bm C# F#m 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 |