Sugarfoot
Sugarfoot's got two hands Just as long as he can see One hand in the birdfeed And a hand in the apple tree
Stands in line just a little behind The yellow moon that hangs He's all tangled and he broke his sticks on the links Of his own chain gang.
You ought to see this home that he owns, It's like a box of jewelry He's got his own church bell And his bed, it lays in a gallery.
And all the colors they shine like flames Comin' in through the window pane, (They) end up gettin' checked over twice For the reds of someone's veins.
So cold and blown all apart, So cold and needin' of a heart. He stands alone on top of his home Where all the bluebirds flown Sucks in on his cheeks and he cries As he moans through the saxophone
Reaches high with his hands in the sky Puts his fingers right into the storm Always one to stand under the moon And blow on his own horn.
Yeah / Yet anyone with anything Has already begun to think That somebody down there knows Just how he sat down on his knees in the dirt, Buried someone's rainbow.
So cold and blown all apart, So cold and needin' of a heart. So cold and blown all apart, So cold and needin' of a heart.
Well I know you ain't my enemy The only one's inside of me He's killin' me getting free I hear he wants my head with an old ice pick And fix me up on a stick.
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