[Verse 1]
I broke out to Memphis to see about a job
But halfway there the poor old bus broke down
They said it'd be two hours before we all could leave
So I thought I'd take a walk and see the town
Thinking I had a quarter in the corner of my jeans
I ordered coffee in this small cafe
But when I searched my pockets, not a penny could I find
And when they brought the bill, I could not pay

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Just then a well-dressed lady came and sat down next to me
From her purse she pulled a dollar bill
She said "I'll but your coffee, I've been down and out myself
And by the way, they call me Daisy Hill"

[Chorus]
Daisy Hill, your velvet eyes are burning through my mind
Your quiet lips are smiling at me still
Though I know that you could never love the likes of me
For you're too much of a lady, Daisy Hill

[Verse 2]
Well, I missed the bus to Memphis, but I found myself a job
Loading trucks I earned a meager wage
And in a cheap hotel nearby, I took a shabby room
I bought a week at 50 cents a day
And every day at four o'clock I'd find my hurry feet
Were taking me back to that small cafe
Where I would find her sitting in a padded corner booth
I'd sit with her and pass the time of day
[Pre-Chorus 2]
And when Friday came around, I drew my first week's pay
And I gave her the first new dollar bill
And all the while my mind was filled with things I'd like to say
For I surely love the lady, Daisy Hill

[Chorus]
Daisy Hill, your velvet eyes are burning through my mind
Your quiet lips are smiling at me still
Though I know that you could never love the likes of me
For you're too much of a lady, Daisy Hill

[Verse 3]
Last night my feet were restless, so I chose a strange new street
Halfway down there burned a scarlet light
And as I stood there listening to the music and the noise
A faint familiar voice came through the night
I stood outside the open door and stared in disbelief
At a painted face, that held my Daisy's eyes
In quiet desperation, I heard my shattered mind
Say "Look again, they're surely eyes of light"

[Pre-Chorus 3]
A drunken man came through the door
And he stumbled on the stairs
I caught him by the arm and held him still
I said "Who is the dark-haired girl, who wears the brocade gown?"
He said "Why, that's the hooker, Daisy Hill"
[Outro]
Daisy Hill, your velvet eyes are burning through my mind
Your quiet lips are smiling at me still
It hurts to see you waste your life behind those scattered lights
For you're too much of a lady, Daisy Hill