Eastern Blues Gone South

His surreal cerulian cherubic blue eyes are to die for cause they tell no lies The way they look in the moonlight never departs his heart's soul plight His blues sing without singing a word his heart is heard in his soft caresses assured The cowboy walk of his style is not east coast cause he has that southern drawl boast In his dream he's a southern man down south in my heart he's an east coast boy gone south sporting them wranglers singing the spangler purple mountain he sits majestically arranged there All the while singing the blues.... All the while singing the blues.... All the while singing the blues....