Black Eyed Susan by Joe Pug Lyrics
Black eyed Susan
I ain't gonna look your way no more
Oh black eyed Susan
I ain't gonna look your way no more
Ain't no need to ask about it baby
I know what I was lookin' for
Well your blue blood runs
Like it's got some important place to be
I said your blue blood runs
Like it's got some important place to be
You say I'm important baby
Why your blood always runnin' from me?
When you look right through me
I wonder who's behind my back
Oh when you look right through me
I wonder who's behind my back
He sure don't say too much
Honey why you lookin' at someone like that?
Oh you got a miracle master
He is so naked and wise
I heard you got a miracle master
He is so naked and wise
Don't you feel so new
With your old time religion in disguise?
Oh' I'm in love, I'm in love
And I don't know what it is I should do
Should I take my chance
And become another one of your fools?
Oh they call you the scene of the crime
Now they're collectin' their clues
They don't wanna love you baby
They'd rather make a riddle out of you
Well the good Lord gave me peaches
And the good Lord gave me bread
I said the good Lord gave me peaches
And the good Lord gave me bread
The day he gave me you Susan
I wish he would have rested instead
I ain't gonna look your way no more
Oh black eyed Susan
I ain't gonna look your way no more
Ain't no need to ask about it baby
I know what I was lookin' for
Well your blue blood runs
Like it's got some important place to be
I said your blue blood runs
Like it's got some important place to be
You say I'm important baby
Why your blood always runnin' from me?
When you look right through me
I wonder who's behind my back
Oh when you look right through me
I wonder who's behind my back
He sure don't say too much
Honey why you lookin' at someone like that?
Oh you got a miracle master
He is so naked and wise
I heard you got a miracle master
He is so naked and wise
Don't you feel so new
With your old time religion in disguise?
Oh' I'm in love, I'm in love
And I don't know what it is I should do
Should I take my chance
And become another one of your fools?
Oh they call you the scene of the crime
Now they're collectin' their clues
They don't wanna love you baby
They'd rather make a riddle out of you
Well the good Lord gave me peaches
And the good Lord gave me bread
I said the good Lord gave me peaches
And the good Lord gave me bread
The day he gave me you Susan
I wish he would have rested instead