John's Glass Eye - Iron & Wine

John don’t see well in the evenings

Because of his one glass eye

That he got just as Martha was leaving

Shot him instead of saying goodbye

Though the door took the brunt of the buckshot

It scattered on the right of his face

He was blind to the traveling clothes she’d bought

When she caught him down at Lucy’s place

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