BLEARY-EYED BOYS Fred Eaglesmith (Key of E, played from open C position with capo at 4th fret) C Em Well, the bleary-eyed boys of Saturday morning F G They stumble out of Friday night and into the dawn C Em They've been drinking in the car, with a girl from the bar F G Woke up in the daylight, she was gone. You stumble into the kitchen and you splash on some water Stare down at the picture of your little daughter You fumble for the calendar Today is custody day. And your dark-eyed ex-wife, she's waiting at the door She's painted up to kill and she's dressed down for war She's got a cheque in her hand that didn't clear the bank What are you going to say? And the roughs and the tumbles, they all get quiet As you walk your little daughter into that diner Set her up on the stool, feed her pancakes and syrup, waffles and jelly, And ice cream and hot dogs and some potato chips and bacon and eggs. (The next two verses are like the others but with no first line) There's Halloween kisses up in her room There's tooth fairy money, there's coloured balloons. There's a plastic tea party with real silverware. And every breath that she takes, every move that she makes Every blink that she blinks, and everything that she says And the squeals of laughter and the long and the serious stares. (F) Maybe you ought to get a real job, become a mini-man with a minivan, Move out to the suburbs, get some interlocking brick and some oak parquet Get a triple-glazed e-bay window, with ceramic tiles and kitchen cupboards Get your lawn sprayed every couple of weeks, and a two-car gar-(G)age. F G Ah, but you'll never get it past the goddamned old judge. There's a tiny hand in the rear view mirror And it waves and it waves until it disappears With a lump in your throat and your eyes filled with tears And all you feel like is a beer F G C God bless the bleary-eyed boys of Saturday morning.