Chords for The Beautiful South - Old Red Eyes

[G] _ _ [A] _ [C] _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ [C] _ _ [G] Oh Red eyes his back, [A] Red from [C] the night before, the [G] night before.
Walked into [A] Rumba, walked [C] into a door.
[G] Oh Red's in town, [A] sitting late [C] at night.
He [G] doesn't make a sound, just [A] adding to the [C] wrinkles on his deathbed.
[G] _
They're only red from all [A] the tears that [C] I should have [G] shed.
They're only red from all [A] the [C] _ pain.
[G] So when you look into [A] these eyes, [C] I hope you [G] realize they could never be blue.
[A] They could never [C] be blue.
_ [G] They could never be blue.
[A] They could never [C] be blue.
_ [G] Listen up, oh Red.
[Em] You [A] never listened [C] to a word the [G] doctor said.
He told you [A] if you drank [C] another, you'd [G] be dead.
Oh Red eyes his back.
[A] He showed his ache [C] all around [G] his brain and son.
He paused [A] to drink [G] and listened [C] to his body [G] talk.
They're only red from all [A] the thoughts unused [C] inside [G] my head.
They're only red from all [A] the things I could [C] have done instead.
[G] So when you look into [A] these eyes, [C] I hope you [G] realize they could never be blue.
[A] They could never be [C] blue.
[G] They could never be blue.
[A] They [C] could never be blue.
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I was just trying [C] to [G] _ _
help [A] _ [C] my friend.
[G] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _
He's [A] the color of [C] the [G] land. _ _
_ _ _ Oh Red, he died.
[A] And every [C] single landlord in [G] the district cried.
An empty [A] bottle of whiskey [C] laying by [G] his side.
A lazy little [A] tea, a runny, [C] runny [G] child.
They could never be blue.
[A] They could never be [C] blue.
[G] They could never be [A] blue.
They could never be [C] blue.
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[G] _ [D] _ [E] _ _ [B] _ _ [F#m] _ [F#] _