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Intro:[G G7] x4
Well, flGying across the desert in a twa, I sGaw a woman walkin' in the sand. She'd be wGalking thirty miles en rCoute to Bombay, to meet a brDown eyed handsome mGan. Her destination was a brCown eyed hDandsome mGan.
Way back in history three thousand years, in fact ever since the world began. There's been a whole lotta good women shedding tears over a brown eyed handsome man. A lot of trouble was a brown eyed handsome man. Well, the Milo de Venus was a beautiful lass, she had the world in the palm of her hand. She lost both her arms in a wrestling match to win a brown eyed handsome man. She fought and won herself a brown eyed handsome man. Well, a beautiful daughter couldn't make up her mind, between a doctor and a lawyer man. Her mother told her daughter go out and find yourself a brown eyed handsome man. Just like your daddy was, a brown eyed handsome man. Well, a two, three the count with nobody home, he hit a hi'flyer into the stand. A rounded third he was a-headin' for home, it was a brown eyed handsome man. That won the game it was a brown eyed handsome man. It was a brown eyed handsome man.