| I could tell you the story of a vagabond
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| A playboy of the western world
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| One day by chance he came upon
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| A fair young maid, a country girl
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| He told her that he loved her
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| And he took all of her silver
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| He told her that he needed her too
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| He said «Hey baby, you got eyes of blue»
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| But he was a vagabond
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| Blue eyes, oh baby blue, oh blue eyes
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| The kind of eyes that say «I do"eyes
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| Oh baby blue, oh blue eyes
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| Oh baby blue, oh blue eyes
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| He roamed around the cities
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| Searching for his fortune and fame
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| No lady ever got to know his name
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| Shame, but that was his game
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| Gave a girl a baby boy
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| He said «This child is my pride and joy»
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| «I'm busy running wild and free»
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| «Make sure he grows up like me»
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| And I’m a vagabond
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| Blue eyes, oh baby blue, oh blue eyes
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| The kind of eyes that say «I do"eyes
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| Oh baby blue, oh blue eyes
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| Oh baby blue, oh blue eyes
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| Oh I could tell you a story of a vagabond
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| He was a playboy of the western world
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| He wore an earring in his left ear
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| You see his father he was a gypsy
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| You just might meet him upon the highway
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| Pretty fine dancer too
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| But he’s leave you blue, he’d leave
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| He’d leave you woman |