Sugarfoot Lyrics
| Song | Sugarfoot |
| Artist | The Wallflowers |
| Album | The Wallflowers |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Dylan |
| [00:06.85] | Sugarfoot's got two hands |
| [00:15.81] | Just as long as he can see |
| [00:21.02] | One hand in the birdfeed |
| [00:22.73] | And a hand in the apple tree |
| [00:27.42] | He stands in line just a little behind |
| [00:30.11] | A yellow moon that hangs |
| [00:33.84] | He's all tangled and he broke his sticks on the links |
| [00:36.57] | Of his own chain gang |
| [00:52.86] | You oughta see this home that he own |
| [00:54.62] | It's like a box of jewelry |
| [00:59.11] | He's got his own church bell |
| [01:00.36] | And his bed it lays in a gallery |
| [01:05.47] | And all the colors they shine like flames |
| [01:06.99] | Coming in through the window pane |
| [01:08.39] | They end up getting checked over twice |
| [01:13.27] | For the reds of someone's veins |
| [01:16.40] | It's so cold and blown all apart |
| [01:21.96] | It's so cold and needing of a heart |
| [01:27.96] | |
| [01:42.77] | He stands alone on the top of his home |
| [01:48.94] | Where all the blue birds flown |
| [01:52.97] | Sucks in on his cheeks and he cries |
| [01:55.47] | As he moans through a saxophone |
| [01:59.51] | He reaches high with his hands in the sky |
| [02:01.82] | Puts his fingers right into the storm |
| [02:05.77] | Always one to stand under the moon |
| [02:07.93] | And blow on his own horn |
| [02:11.58] | And anyone with anything has already begun to think |
| [02:13.62] | That somebody down there knows |
| [02:16.97] | Just how he sat down on his knees in the dirt |
| [02:18.97] | And buried someone's rainbow |
| [02:21.94] | It's so cold and blown all apart |
| [02:30.28] | It's so cold and needing of a heart |
| [02:34.45] | It's so cold and blown all apart |
| [02:35.78] | It's so cold and needing of a heart |
| [02:41.01] | Well I know you ain't my enemy |
| [02:54.23] | The only one's inside of me he's killing me getting free |
| [02:58.52] | I hear he wants my head with an old ice pick |
| [03:02.35] | And fix me up on a stick |
| [03:06.04] | An' all I've ever got to be is everything I wanna be |
| [03:08.81] | And Sugarfoot disagrees |
| [03:09.64] | He still stands tall underneath that apple tree |
| [03:14.59] | Man he's still watching me |
| [03:18.87] | His chain gang is tryin' to pull me down |
| [03:21.21] | Like the birds and the fireflies |
| [03:25.12] | They shoot arrows up into the skies |
| [03:27.71] | And they burn all the feathers dry |
| [03:30.57] | Well he only wants to fill his belly up |
| [03:33.06] | With rocks till it hurts then he stops |
| [03:37.46] | Well he don't know what to do with love |
| [03:39.36] | If it don't fill his belly to the top |
| [03:46.93] | It's so cold and blown all apart |
| [03:49.72] | It's so cold and needing of a heart |
| [03:53.23] | It's so cold and blown all apart |
| [03:55.56] | It's so cold and needing of a heart |
| [00:00.00] | zuo ci : Dylan |
| [00:06.85] | Sugarfoot' s got two hands |
| [00:15.81] | Just as long as he can see |
| [00:21.02] | One hand in the birdfeed |
| [00:22.73] | And a hand in the apple tree |
| [00:27.42] | He stands in line just a little behind |
| [00:30.11] | A yellow moon that hangs |
| [00:33.84] | He' s all tangled and he broke his sticks on the links |
| [00:36.57] | Of his own chain gang |
| [00:52.86] | You oughta see this home that he own |
| [00:54.62] | It' s like a box of jewelry |
| [00:59.11] | He' s got his own church bell |
| [01:00.36] | And his bed it lays in a gallery |
| [01:05.47] | And all the colors they shine like flames |
| [01:06.99] | Coming in through the window pane |
| [01:08.39] | They end up getting checked over twice |
| [01:13.27] | For the reds of someone' s veins |
| [01:16.40] | It' s so cold and blown all apart |
| [01:21.96] | It' s so cold and needing of a heart |
| [01:27.96] | |
| [01:42.77] | He stands alone on the top of his home |
| [01:48.94] | Where all the blue birds flown |
| [01:52.97] | Sucks in on his cheeks and he cries |
| [01:55.47] | As he moans through a saxophone |
| [01:59.51] | He reaches high with his hands in the sky |
| [02:01.82] | Puts his fingers right into the storm |
| [02:05.77] | Always one to stand under the moon |
| [02:07.93] | And blow on his own horn |
| [02:11.58] | And anyone with anything has already begun to think |
| [02:13.62] | That somebody down there knows |
| [02:16.97] | Just how he sat down on his knees in the dirt |
| [02:18.97] | And buried someone' s rainbow |
| [02:21.94] | It' s so cold and blown all apart |
| [02:30.28] | It' s so cold and needing of a heart |
| [02:34.45] | It' s so cold and blown all apart |
| [02:35.78] | It' s so cold and needing of a heart |
| [02:41.01] | Well I know you ain' t my enemy |
| [02:54.23] | The only one' s inside of me he' s killing me getting free |
| [02:58.52] | I hear he wants my head with an old ice pick |
| [03:02.35] | And fix me up on a stick |
| [03:06.04] | An' all I' ve ever got to be is everything I wanna be |
| [03:08.81] | And Sugarfoot disagrees |
| [03:09.64] | He still stands tall underneath that apple tree |
| [03:14.59] | Man he' s still watching me |
| [03:18.87] | His chain gang is tryin' to pull me down |
| [03:21.21] | Like the birds and the fireflies |
| [03:25.12] | They shoot arrows up into the skies |
| [03:27.71] | And they burn all the feathers dry |
| [03:30.57] | Well he only wants to fill his belly up |
| [03:33.06] | With rocks till it hurts then he stops |
| [03:37.46] | Well he don' t know what to do with love |
| [03:39.36] | If it don' t fill his belly to the top |
| [03:46.93] | It' s so cold and blown all apart |
| [03:49.72] | It' s so cold and needing of a heart |
| [03:53.23] | It' s so cold and blown all apart |
| [03:55.56] | It' s so cold and needing of a heart |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Dylan |
| [00:06.85] | Sugarfoot' s got two hands |
| [00:15.81] | Just as long as he can see |
| [00:21.02] | One hand in the birdfeed |
| [00:22.73] | And a hand in the apple tree |
| [00:27.42] | He stands in line just a little behind |
| [00:30.11] | A yellow moon that hangs |
| [00:33.84] | He' s all tangled and he broke his sticks on the links |
| [00:36.57] | Of his own chain gang |
| [00:52.86] | You oughta see this home that he own |
| [00:54.62] | It' s like a box of jewelry |
| [00:59.11] | He' s got his own church bell |
| [01:00.36] | And his bed it lays in a gallery |
| [01:05.47] | And all the colors they shine like flames |
| [01:06.99] | Coming in through the window pane |
| [01:08.39] | They end up getting checked over twice |
| [01:13.27] | For the reds of someone' s veins |
| [01:16.40] | It' s so cold and blown all apart |
| [01:21.96] | It' s so cold and needing of a heart |
| [01:27.96] | |
| [01:42.77] | He stands alone on the top of his home |
| [01:48.94] | Where all the blue birds flown |
| [01:52.97] | Sucks in on his cheeks and he cries |
| [01:55.47] | As he moans through a saxophone |
| [01:59.51] | He reaches high with his hands in the sky |
| [02:01.82] | Puts his fingers right into the storm |
| [02:05.77] | Always one to stand under the moon |
| [02:07.93] | And blow on his own horn |
| [02:11.58] | And anyone with anything has already begun to think |
| [02:13.62] | That somebody down there knows |
| [02:16.97] | Just how he sat down on his knees in the dirt |
| [02:18.97] | And buried someone' s rainbow |
| [02:21.94] | It' s so cold and blown all apart |
| [02:30.28] | It' s so cold and needing of a heart |
| [02:34.45] | It' s so cold and blown all apart |
| [02:35.78] | It' s so cold and needing of a heart |
| [02:41.01] | Well I know you ain' t my enemy |
| [02:54.23] | The only one' s inside of me he' s killing me getting free |
| [02:58.52] | I hear he wants my head with an old ice pick |
| [03:02.35] | And fix me up on a stick |
| [03:06.04] | An' all I' ve ever got to be is everything I wanna be |
| [03:08.81] | And Sugarfoot disagrees |
| [03:09.64] | He still stands tall underneath that apple tree |
| [03:14.59] | Man he' s still watching me |
| [03:18.87] | His chain gang is tryin' to pull me down |
| [03:21.21] | Like the birds and the fireflies |
| [03:25.12] | They shoot arrows up into the skies |
| [03:27.71] | And they burn all the feathers dry |
| [03:30.57] | Well he only wants to fill his belly up |
| [03:33.06] | With rocks till it hurts then he stops |
| [03:37.46] | Well he don' t know what to do with love |
| [03:39.36] | If it don' t fill his belly to the top |
| [03:46.93] | It' s so cold and blown all apart |
| [03:49.72] | It' s so cold and needing of a heart |
| [03:53.23] | It' s so cold and blown all apart |
| [03:55.56] | It' s so cold and needing of a heart |
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