Eugene

©1975 Andrew Calhoun, recorded on Staring at the Sun

She's gone, she's gone
She won't be coming back soon
Gone like I knew she'd be
I got no company
But me

They'll laugh, they'll laugh
Like when, my tooth fell down the drain
I guess I made her leave me,
Now Daddy's gonna hit me,
Daddy's gonna hit me again

My hair, close hair, cut curls
Eugene is a very bad boy
Making angels out of girls
They bite me in the neck,
They're not shy

The sun, hot sun, close sun
The sun is making fun of me,
Oh Eugene, you're very young
Oh, you don't know how very young
She's gone, she's gone
Gone like the flowers that spread against the sky
Gone like a warm lullaby

Eugene, Eugene, don't be mean
Don't cry, why don't you go right on ahead and die
Drain the life out of your eyes and sleep
Go to where the sunrise is charming the armies to sleep