Sorest of Eyes - William Elliott Whitmore

You are a sight for the sorest of eyes

and these have never beheld

such beauty and grace In the look on your face

is a secret you just can’t tell

Blow out those candles and crawl into bed

Hold me close and don’t let go

The storm clouds are gatherin' all overhead

and the wind is starting to blow

I never felt better than in your two arms

and the moon never shone so bright

All my woes seem to fade away

Darlin' you sure are a sight

Tea in the morning and whiskey at night

is such a hard cycle to break

but your company is just fine by me

Lovin' for lovin’s sake

You shoot me that look from them big doe eyes

like a slug from a forty-four

It’s as easy as that for you to lay me out flat

that’s one thing that’s always for sure