My shot at an old style country song. The recording omits the first few lines of the second verse and replaces it with a fiddle break.
Lyrics
What Kind of Man
What kind of eyes have hypnotized
Those eyes I love
What kind of lips have spoke the words
You’re thinking of
What records do you play
Each time he goes away
Is there a smile you can smile
To make him stay
What comfort do you find while resting
In his arms
Can he be someone I could never be
I ask myself each night, although
I’d never really want to know
What kind of man has made you
Stop loving me
Does he take you walking ‘neath the weeping
Willow trees
And does he stare each time your hair
Blows in the breeze
When it gets cold at night
Does he know to hold you tight
And when you’re crying does he try and
Make things all right
Does he ever ask about the guy
You loved before
If you left him, would he stand by helplessly
I ask myself each night, although
I’d never really want to know
What kind of man has made you
Stop loving me.