Old Blue Eyes

I met old blue eyes

On a fast moving train

The winter of two ought six

And the year of our lord

From the moment he saw me

He seemed to know

All about this road we would go down

Oh, and tonight

Old blue eyes

He just may try to reach the moon

And so will I

We lived on a house boat

Near the gulf of Mexico

We spent our days drunk and laughing

I would play guitar

As the sun would go down

And he would sing to me, the silver-tongued devil

Oh, and tonight

Old blue eyes

He just may try to reach the moon, oh, oh

And so will I

So will I

Oh and so, so, so will I

Old blue eyes

The harlot, the queer, and the pusher

And me