Lyrics Brown Eyed Boy - The Hillbilly Moon Explosion
We'll
stay
at
home,
and
call
this
day
our
own
With
the
brown-eyed
boy
that
I
once
called
my
own
You
sit
in
the
easy(?)
chair,
while
I
comb
out
my
suffering
hair,
Later
we
can
watch
a
candle
burn
I
put
on
your
favourite
scratchy
record,
And
draw
the
heavy
curtain
when
dusk
falls
Don't
seem
like
you're
in
the
mood
for
dancing
though
my
dear,
So
I'll
just
comb
my
hair
some
more,
Did
you
forget
to
lock
the
door?
Dreaming
of
the
past
and
happy
times
that
are
now
gone,
And
the
brown-eyed
boy
that
I
once
called
my
own
I
put
on
your
favourite
scratchy
record,
And
draw
the
heavy
curtain
when
night
time
falls
Don't
seem
like
you're
in
the
mood
for
dancing
though
my
dear,
So
I'll
just
comb
my
hair
some
more,
Did
you
forget
to
lock
the
door?
Dreaming
of
the
past
and
happy
times
that
are
now
gone,
And
the
brown-eyed
boy
that
I
once
called
my
own
If
I
could
turn
back
the
hands
of
time,
And
----------
to
free
me
of
this
pine,
Nevermore
for
me
the
summer
sun
would
shine,
And
neither
for
the
boy
I
left
behind
And
if
your
mother
should
come
calling,
So
long
from
her
son
she
had
not
heard
I
can
hope
that
you'd
be
true
to
me
forevermore
Now
in
my
hands,
I
hold
you
------
A
blade
that's
stained
with
crimson
red
Dreaming
of
the
past
and
happy
times
that
are
now
gone,
And
the
brown-eyed
boy
that
I
once
called
my
own
And
the
brown-eyed
boy
that
I
once
called
my
own
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