Joe Bonamassa - Black Irish Eyes (Bonus)

You know that heart's a lonely hunter I think of her, it makes me wonder A part of me is with her in Dublin I built a wall up, and soon it crumbled She made me feel like a poet I had the words, I think you know it The fields are green, the sky is clear She's over there, I'm over here Like to pop off right Like black Irish eyes If she can hear me 'across the water I can feel her lyin' on my shoulder Is this a dream or the whiskey callin'? Either way, I know I'm fallin' Like to pop off right Like black Irish eyes Black Irish eyes, black Irish eyes Black Irish eyes, black Irish eyes Like to pop off right Like black Irish eyes Black Irish eyes, black Irish eyes Black Irish eyes, black Irish eyes