That Boy with the Far Away Eyes

I was drivin’ home late Saturday night

Through Pearl, Mississippi

Listening to bluegrass music on the redneck radio station,

And the cowboy said: “You know you should always have your .45 by your side”

And I was so pleased to be informed of this

That I shot twenty stop signs in his honour,

Thank you Joe-Bob, thank you lord

I had an arrangement to met a boy, and I was kind of late

And I thought by the time I got there he’d be off,

He’d be off with the nearest truck driver he could find

Much to my surprise there he was sittin’ in a corner

Little bleary, worse for wear and tear

Eyes bloodshot and stoned stupid

Was the boy with far away eyes

Well I tell you

So if you’re down on you’re luck, and you can’t lobotomize

Find a boy with far away eyes

And if you’re downright disgusted

And life ain’t worth a dime

Get a boy with far away eyes

Well

Well the cowboy kept right on saying

That all I had to do was send ten dollars

To the church of the sacred bleeding heart the NRA,

Located somewhere in Baton Rouge, Louisiana

And next week they’d have a word with Charlton Heston

And all my dreams would come true

So I did, and next week I got my boy

Well you know what kind of eyes he's got,

Well I tell you

So if you’re down on you’re luck, I know you all accessorize

Find a boy with far away eyes

And if you’re downright disgusted

And life ain’t worth a dime

Get a boy with far away eyes

So if you’re down on you’re luck, I know you all antagonize

Get a boy with far away eyes