| | | C | | | C | | |
| G | ||
| One | sum | mer evening drunk to hell, |
| Am | C | ||
| I | sat | there nearly | lifeless. |
| G | ||
| An | old | man in the corner sang |
| C | Am | ||
| Where the | wat | er lilies | grow. |
| G | ||
| And | on | the jukebox johnny sang |
| Am | C | ||
| A- | bout | a thing called | love. |
| G | Am | C | G | ||||
| And it’s | how | are you | kid | and | what’s | your | name, |
| C | Am | ||
| And | how | would you bloody | know? |
| G | ||
| In | blood | and death ’neath a screaming sky |
| Am | C | ||
| I | lay | down on the | ground, |
| G | ||
| And the | arms | and legs of other men |
| C | Am | ||
| Were | sca | ttered all a- | round. |
| G | ||
| Some | cursed, | some prayed, some prayed then cursed, |
| Am | C | ||
| Then | pray, | then bled some | more. |
| G | Am | C | G | ||
| And the | only | thing | that I | could | see |
| Am | C | G | |||
| Was a pair of brown | eyes | that was | looking | at | me. |
| Am | C | G | |||
| But when we got | back, | labelled | parts | one to | three, |
| Am | C | G | |||
| There was no pair of | brown | eyes | wai | ting for | me. |
| (G) | Am | C | G | |||
| And | a rovin’, a | rovi | n’, a | rov | in’ I’ll | go |
| C | Am | ||
| For a | pair | of brown | eyes. |
| 𝄆 | C | | | C | | | C | | | Am | 𝄇 |
| G | ||
| I | loo | ked at him he looked at me |
| Am | C | |||
| All | I | could do was | hate | him, |
| G | ||
| While | Ray | and Philomena sang |
| C | Am | ||
| Of | my | elusive | dreams. |
| G | ||
| I | saw | the streams, the rolling hills |
| Am | C | |||
| Where | his | brown eyes were | wai | ting. |
| G | Am | C | G | ||||
| And I | thought | a- | bout | a | pair | of brown | eyes |
| C | Am | ||
| That | wai | ted once for | me. |
| G | ||
| So | dru | nk to hell I left the place |
| Am | C | |||
| Sometimes | craw | ling sometimes | wal | king. |
| G | ||
| A | hun | gry sound came across the breeze, |
| C | Am | |||
| So I | gave | the walls a | talk | ing. |
| G | ||
| And I | hea | rd the sounds of long ago |
| Am | C | |
| From | the old ca- | nal, |
| G | Am | C | G | ||||
| And the | birds | were | whis | tling | in | the | trees |
| C | Am | |||
| Where the | wind | was gently | laug | hing. |
| G | Am | C | G | ||||
| And a | rov | in’ a | rovi | n’ a | rov | in’ I’ll | go, |
| G | Am | C | G | ||||
| A | rov | in’ a | rovi | n’ a | rov | in’ I’ll | go, |
| G | Am | C | G | ||||
| And a | rov | in’ a | rovi | n’ a | rov | in’ I’ll | go, |
| C | Am | ||
| For a | pair | of brown | eyes, |
| C | D | G | ||
| For a | pair | of | brown | eyes. |
| 𝄆 | C | | | C | | | C | | | Am | 𝄇 |
| G | Am | C | G | ||||
| And a | rov | in’ a | rovi | n’ a | rov | in’ I’ll | go, |
| G | Am | C | G | ||||
| And a | rov | in’ a | rovi | n’ a | rov | in’ I’ll | go, |
| G | Am | C | G | ||||
| And a | rov | in’ a | rovi | n’ a | rov | in’ I’ll | go, |
| C | Am | ||
| For a | pair | of brown | eyes, |
| C | D | G | ||
| For a | pair | of | brown | eyes. |
| 𝄆 | C | | | C | | | C | | | Am | | |
| | | C | | | C | | | C | | | Am | | |
| | | G | | | Am | | | C | | | G | | |
| | | C | | | C | | | Am | | | Am | 𝄇 |