Song | The Cape |
Artist | Jerry Jeff Walker |
Album | Gonzo Stew |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Guy Clark | |
Well he's eight years old he's got a flour sack cape tied all around his neck | |
He's climbing up on top the garage figurin’ what the heck | |
He screws his courage up so darn tight, that the whole thing come unwound | |
He got a runnin’ start and bless his heart, he headed for the ground | |
Chorus 'Cause he’s one of those who knows his life | |
Is just a leap of faith | |
Gotta' spread your arms and hold your breath | |
And always trust your cape | |
Well he's all grown up, he's got a flour sack cape, tied all around his dream | |
He’s full of piss and vinegar, ah, he’s bustin’ at the seams | |
He licks his finger and checks the wind, it’s gonna be do or die | |
He wasn’t scared of nothin’, boys, he was pretty sure he could fly | |
Chorus Now he's old and grey with a flour sack cape, tied all around his head | |
And he’s still jumpin’ off the garage and will be til he’s dead | |
All these years the people said the fool was actin’ like a kid | |
And since he didn't know he couldn't fly, well of course he did | |
Chorus |
Guy Clark | |
Well he' s eight years old he' s got a flour sack cape tied all around his neck | |
He' s climbing up on top the garage figurin' what the heck | |
He screws his courage up so darn tight, that the whole thing come unwound | |
He got a runnin' start and bless his heart, he headed for the ground | |
Chorus ' Cause he' s one of those who knows his life | |
Is just a leap of faith | |
Gotta' spread your arms and hold your breath | |
And always trust your cape | |
Well he' s all grown up, he' s got a flour sack cape, tied all around his dream | |
He' s full of piss and vinegar, ah, he' s bustin' at the seams | |
He licks his finger and checks the wind, it' s gonna be do or die | |
He wasn' t scared of nothin', boys, he was pretty sure he could fly | |
Chorus Now he' s old and grey with a flour sack cape, tied all around his head | |
And he' s still jumpin' off the garage and will be til he' s dead | |
All these years the people said the fool was actin' like a kid | |
And since he didn' t know he couldn' t fly, well of course he did | |
Chorus |
Guy Clark | |
Well he' s eight years old he' s got a flour sack cape tied all around his neck | |
He' s climbing up on top the garage figurin' what the heck | |
He screws his courage up so darn tight, that the whole thing come unwound | |
He got a runnin' start and bless his heart, he headed for the ground | |
Chorus ' Cause he' s one of those who knows his life | |
Is just a leap of faith | |
Gotta' spread your arms and hold your breath | |
And always trust your cape | |
Well he' s all grown up, he' s got a flour sack cape, tied all around his dream | |
He' s full of piss and vinegar, ah, he' s bustin' at the seams | |
He licks his finger and checks the wind, it' s gonna be do or die | |
He wasn' t scared of nothin', boys, he was pretty sure he could fly | |
Chorus Now he' s old and grey with a flour sack cape, tied all around his head | |
And he' s still jumpin' off the garage and will be til he' s dead | |
All these years the people said the fool was actin' like a kid | |
And since he didn' t know he couldn' t fly, well of course he did | |
Chorus |