Song | Fruits of My Labor |
Artist | Ruthie Foster |
Album | Ruthie Foster Live at Antone's |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Baby, see how I been livin'. | |
There'll be curtains on the windows too. | |
Keep the bright and unforgiving | |
Light from shining through. | |
Baby, remember all of the things | |
That we did when we slept together | |
In the blue behind your eyelids. | |
Baby, sweet baby. | |
Traced the scent through gloom | |
'Til I found these purple flowers. | |
I was spent, I was soon | |
Smelling you for hours. | |
Lavender, lotus blossoms too, | |
Why do the dirt | |
And the flowers last for you, | |
Baby, sweet baby? | |
Tangerines and persimmons | |
And sugar cane, | |
Grapes of honey dew melons | |
Enough fit for a queen. | |
Lemon trees, they don't make a sound | |
'Til the branches bend and the fruit | |
Falls to the ground, | |
Baby, sweet baby. | |
Instrumental verse. | |
Come to my world and witness | |
The way things have changed. | |
'Cause I finally did it – | |
Baby, I got out of the grange. | |
I got in my Mercury | |
And I drove out West – | |
Pedal to the metal, | |
Put my luck to the test | |
Baby, sweet baby. | |
I've been trying to enjoy | |
The fruits of my labor. | |
I've been crying for you boy, | |
But the truth is my savior. | |
Baby, sweet baby, | |
If it's all the same, | |
Take the glory | |
And a deal of the fame. | |
Baby, sweet baby. |
Baby, see how I been livin'. | |
There' ll be curtains on the windows too. | |
Keep the bright and unforgiving | |
Light from shining through. | |
Baby, remember all of the things | |
That we did when we slept together | |
In the blue behind your eyelids. | |
Baby, sweet baby. | |
Traced the scent through gloom | |
' Til I found these purple flowers. | |
I was spent, I was soon | |
Smelling you for hours. | |
Lavender, lotus blossoms too, | |
Why do the dirt | |
And the flowers last for you, | |
Baby, sweet baby? | |
Tangerines and persimmons | |
And sugar cane, | |
Grapes of honey dew melons | |
Enough fit for a queen. | |
Lemon trees, they don' t make a sound | |
' Til the branches bend and the fruit | |
Falls to the ground, | |
Baby, sweet baby. | |
Instrumental verse. | |
Come to my world and witness | |
The way things have changed. | |
' Cause I finally did it | |
Baby, I got out of the grange. | |
I got in my Mercury | |
And I drove out West | |
Pedal to the metal, | |
Put my luck to the test | |
Baby, sweet baby. | |
I' ve been trying to enjoy | |
The fruits of my labor. | |
I' ve been crying for you boy, | |
But the truth is my savior. | |
Baby, sweet baby, | |
If it' s all the same, | |
Take the glory | |
And a deal of the fame. | |
Baby, sweet baby. |
Baby, see how I been livin'. | |
There' ll be curtains on the windows too. | |
Keep the bright and unforgiving | |
Light from shining through. | |
Baby, remember all of the things | |
That we did when we slept together | |
In the blue behind your eyelids. | |
Baby, sweet baby. | |
Traced the scent through gloom | |
' Til I found these purple flowers. | |
I was spent, I was soon | |
Smelling you for hours. | |
Lavender, lotus blossoms too, | |
Why do the dirt | |
And the flowers last for you, | |
Baby, sweet baby? | |
Tangerines and persimmons | |
And sugar cane, | |
Grapes of honey dew melons | |
Enough fit for a queen. | |
Lemon trees, they don' t make a sound | |
' Til the branches bend and the fruit | |
Falls to the ground, | |
Baby, sweet baby. | |
Instrumental verse. | |
Come to my world and witness | |
The way things have changed. | |
' Cause I finally did it | |
Baby, I got out of the grange. | |
I got in my Mercury | |
And I drove out West | |
Pedal to the metal, | |
Put my luck to the test | |
Baby, sweet baby. | |
I' ve been trying to enjoy | |
The fruits of my labor. | |
I' ve been crying for you boy, | |
But the truth is my savior. | |
Baby, sweet baby, | |
If it' s all the same, | |
Take the glory | |
And a deal of the fame. | |
Baby, sweet baby. |