Her Eyes Are Bluebonnet Blue

I was standing in the long branch he came through the swinging doors
He caught my eye and smiled and shuffled across the barroom floor
He said I see you’re from texas partner I’m from texas too
Would you buy a man a whiskey I’m a puncher just like you

I came up the trail with slaughter in the spring of ‘83
Lots of men has made the trip but no one more than me
I had myself a sweetheart she begged me not to leave
But I love the smell of trail dust and a horse between my knees

She’s a pretty nester’s daughter and her hair is flaming red
Her voice will captivate your heart her beauty turns your head
She’s gentle as a kitten when she snuggles up to you
Her skin is soft as goose-down and her eyes bluebonnet blue

I thought someday I might go back but every time I try
I find another hill to climb another trail to ride
There were times I had the money could-a bought a little spread
Could-a given her what she wanted I went up the trail instead

I squandered all my money on booze and fancy dames
Till the whiskey dulled my senses hardly even know my name
I can’t go back to texas I’m afraid she didn’t wait
If I saw her with another all my love would turn to hate