William Elliott Whitmore - Sorest of Eyes lyrics

You are a sight for the sorest of eyes And these have never beheld Such beauty and grace In the look on your face Is a secret you just can't tell Blow out those candles and crawl into bed Hold me close and don't let go The storm clouds are gatherin' all overhead And the wind is starting to blow I never felt better than in your two arms And the moon never shone so bright All my woes seem to fade away Darlin' you sure are a sight Tea in the morning and whiskey at night Is such a hard cycle to break But your company is just fine by me Lovin' for lovin's sake You shoot me that look from them big doe eyes Like a slug from a forty-four It's as easy as that for you to lay me out flat That's one thing that's always for sure