Galway Girl. I forgot who it's by, but the chorus is running around my brain. "I ask you friend, now what would you do? 'Cause her hair was black and her eyes were blue. And I knew right then, I'd be takin' a whirl. Ahh, I lost my heart to a Galway Girl."
Rita's Only Fault, by Chris Knight. It's been haunting me for a while. That, and The Road Goes On Forever by Robert Earl Keen. They've been playing patty-cake in my head.