Black Eye

I got a black eye baby from those zeros in the sky
Ya they came out swinging when my back was turned
So I'm packing my bags and I'm hitching a ride
To the South Pacific where those planes can't hide

It's payback time

She said it's ok baby I've got your back
If you promise you'll stay on my side of the tracks
And when your off shooting film in that far off land
Don't you be afraid to hold your brothers hand
She said "honey you better help us understand"
Help us understand

I was dealt a bad, bad hand
I had no cover but I took a stand
I wish I was back home, with you, rocking on Beale
Until then I'll keep shooting film on my real too real
And I promise, honey, I'm coming home
I'm coming home



Credits
Writer(s): Howard Nicholas Swales
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