


G Old Red eyes is back A7 C G Red from the night before the night before G A7 C G Walked into the wrong bar walked into a door G Old Redʼs in town A7 C G And sitting late at night he doesnʼt make a sound G A7 C G Just adding to the wrinkles on his deadly frown G A7 C G Theyʼre only red from all the tears that I shouldʼve shed G A7 C G Theyʼre only red from all the women that I couldʼve wed G A7 C G So when you look into these eyes I hope you realise G They could never be blue A7 C They could never be blue G G They could never be blue A7 C G They could never be blue G Listen up Old Red A7 C G You never listened to a word the doctor said G A7 C G He told you if you drank another youʼd be dead G Old Red eyes is back A7 C G His shoulders ache all over and his brain is sore G A7 C G He pours a drink and listens to his body thaw G A7 C G Theyʼre only red from all the thoughts unused inside my head G A7 C G Theyʼre only red from all the things I could have done instead G A7 C G So when you look into these eyes I hope you realise G They could never be blue A7 C They could never be blue G G They could never be blue A7 C G They could never be blue G A7 C G Blue is a street without an end G A7 C G Red is the colour of my hell G A7 C G Blue is a greeting from a friend G A7 C G Red is the color of farewell G Old Red he died A7 C G And every single landlord in the district cried G A7 C G An empty bottle of whisky laying by his side G A7 C G A lazy little tear running from each eye G They could never be blue A7 C They could never be blue G G They could never be blue A7 C G They could never be blue