Dyed in the Wool

There was no harming him No harming him He never said a thing That he didn’t mean His was a true blue And maybe it paled to you But he was cut from the cloth That was fast to the seams He was Dyed in the wool He was Dyed in the wool He could Feel the pull I was Pulling it over his eyes I never seen a hue So hard to fade Whether it stained Or it'd run from the pain His was a true blue And maybe it paled to you But he was cut from the cloth He was fast to the seams He was Dyed in the wool He was Dyed in the wool He could Feel the pull I was Pulling it over his eyes There was no harming him There was no harming him There was no harming him There was no harming him There was no harming him There was no harming him He was Dyed in the wool He was Dyed in the wool He could Feel the pull As I was I was pulling it over his eyes