Song | Tarbelly and Featherfoot |
Artist | Victoria Williams |
Album | Swing the Statue! |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Tarbelly stood in the door | |
Eyes looking out | |
Body like a statue | |
Mouth drooling, like a leaky spout | |
Looking for something from another day | |
A day when she could ask him and he would want to play | |
Thump, thump, down the stairs he came | |
She heard him coming but she stood there just the same | |
Featherfoot walked right past Tarbelly into the kitchen | |
Made and ate three sandwiches, drunk a pot of coffee, cut his toenails, made three phone calls and answered six | |
And all the while Tarbelly stood in the door | |
Eyes looking out | |
Body like a statue | |
Mouth drooling, like a leaky spout | |
Feathfoot got to thinking he’d like to go out | |
But Tarbelly stood there in the way | |
And he thought and he thought and he thought of a game he used to play in his youth, called swing the statue | |
And he took Tarbelly by the ribs, and he carried her out into the yard | |
And round and round and round he swung | |
And then he let her fly, way up high, over the hills she went | |
And where she stopped no one can say | |
You can’t chase a shadow across a day | |
No you can’t get love without giving it away |
Tarbelly stood in the door | |
Eyes looking out | |
Body like a statue | |
Mouth drooling, like a leaky spout | |
Looking for something from another day | |
A day when she could ask him and he would want to play | |
Thump, thump, down the stairs he came | |
She heard him coming but she stood there just the same | |
Featherfoot walked right past Tarbelly into the kitchen | |
Made and ate three sandwiches, drunk a pot of coffee, cut his toenails, made three phone calls and answered six | |
And all the while Tarbelly stood in the door | |
Eyes looking out | |
Body like a statue | |
Mouth drooling, like a leaky spout | |
Feathfoot got to thinking he' d like to go out | |
But Tarbelly stood there in the way | |
And he thought and he thought and he thought of a game he used to play in his youth, called swing the statue | |
And he took Tarbelly by the ribs, and he carried her out into the yard | |
And round and round and round he swung | |
And then he let her fly, way up high, over the hills she went | |
And where she stopped no one can say | |
You can' t chase a shadow across a day | |
No you can' t get love without giving it away |
Tarbelly stood in the door | |
Eyes looking out | |
Body like a statue | |
Mouth drooling, like a leaky spout | |
Looking for something from another day | |
A day when she could ask him and he would want to play | |
Thump, thump, down the stairs he came | |
She heard him coming but she stood there just the same | |
Featherfoot walked right past Tarbelly into the kitchen | |
Made and ate three sandwiches, drunk a pot of coffee, cut his toenails, made three phone calls and answered six | |
And all the while Tarbelly stood in the door | |
Eyes looking out | |
Body like a statue | |
Mouth drooling, like a leaky spout | |
Feathfoot got to thinking he' d like to go out | |
But Tarbelly stood there in the way | |
And he thought and he thought and he thought of a game he used to play in his youth, called swing the statue | |
And he took Tarbelly by the ribs, and he carried her out into the yard | |
And round and round and round he swung | |
And then he let her fly, way up high, over the hills she went | |
And where she stopped no one can say | |
You can' t chase a shadow across a day | |
No you can' t get love without giving it away |