The Color of My Eyes

Inspired by the words of S.Z.,

A former schoolmate of Bruce Springsteen.

After seeing the success he enjoyed, 

I suggested to him that he must have had a head start

from his dad. To which the relentless 

entrepreneur replied, "The only thing

I inherited from my old man was the color of my eyes."

So this is dedicated to every boy from Jersey

Who made it good despite the odds.

Musical influence: Atlantic City, Bruce Springsteen

An upstart kid with a new MBA

Came up to man in the bar (the) other day

He said look at you man

With your money and fame

Wish my life was just the same

Bet you got a lot from your dad

Sure wish I had the luck that you had

Silver spoon, a golden key

Sure didn't come that easy to me

The old man looked up from

From his whiskey neat

Drew a long strong breath

And grit his teeth

The only thing (I) got

From my old man

Was the colour of my eyes

And a good looking tan

Most of my trips down memory lane

Are flashes of hurt, sorrow and pain

If you want my gold, I'd give it to you

If you could endure the pain I've been through

The colour of my eyes

And a good looking tan

That's what I got from my old man

Sorrow and shame, bruises and welts

The whack of his hand

And the whip of his belt

The money and fame

Didn't come in a day

But that's what you think

And that's what you say

(I) Delivered papers at dawn

Washed dishes all night

This money and fame

This fortune and life

It's the purse that I won

From a long hard fight

All you young punks,

You're all the same

Thinking it's easy

And comes without pain

Fortune and fame

Power and might

You want it all

And it's well within sight

It's right up there

Up the long steep climb

On the dusty road where

I earned mine

No one to thank me,

No pat on the back

Now that I've made it

The credit's to dad

All that I got from my old man

Was the color of my eyes

And a coppertone tan

His thousand knockdowns

Gave me courage to stand
Yeah that's what I got
From my old man