“There are more snares in the eyes of a woman than in all the creek beds of Tennessee” Louis L’Amour A Woman’s Eyes The first time that I saw her, That gal took my breath away And as bright and gold as her hair was, It cooled the blistering day. Daylight glistened on her lips; The promise of cool water And I cursed Tye for a fool When he said “Son, you don’t want her!” “She might be pretty in the eyes, But look close at what’s between ‘em. If there ain’t much there, boy, then she don’t care, And those lips, you can’t believe ‘em! I’ve rode that trail and I can tell; Son, take it now from me: There’s more snares in a woman’s eyes Than all the hills of Tennessee!” I took right in with Laura Pritts Of course, I didn’t listen! And only God hears my heartaches and tears! Her beauty, now, was missin’! Finally I was shut of her, And you’d better be believin’: It may be hard to see the snares, But that’s half as hard as leavin’. She might be pretty in the eyes, But look close at what’s between ‘em. If there ain’t much there, boy, then she don’t care, And those lips, you can’t believe ‘em! I’ve rode that trail and I can tell; Son, take it now from me: There’s more snares in a woman’s eyes Than all the hills of Tennessee! ©Cowboy Christian 2009 | 
