BUGEYE JIM

If I get up and let you in
I lose my house and my home again
If I get up and try to come
Get sent back to the land I’m from
Back to the land I’m from

The cloud came low and the rain did pour
I hear your hand touch on my door
The rain has quit and the light of the moon
Shows you standing in my room
Standing in my room

Bugeye Jim, I can’t come
I can twist and turn but I can’t come
I can ache and I can burn but I can’t come
I woke up this morning with an aching brain
Hear you tap on my window pane

Look at you with a heavy head
I hear you sit down on my bed
The storm gets worse and my heart feels bad
I feel your fingers comb my hair
Feel you comb my hair