Cold Feet

 

Cold feet been following me

I went and did everything to try to get free

That little bit o honey been a spending all my money

Listen sister Iím bound to roam

 

Grandpa Joe is tired of getting old

And everything he says is ďwhereíd the time goĒ

If heavenís just a story let him tell you bout the glory

Big daddy Iím coming home

 

If Iím looking at you baby like a hurt dog would

Iím breaking from the bending boy Iím searching good

And those everlasting harms never did nobody harm

Mama Iím getting cold

 

Baby sisterís in the kitchen

And the speedballs are itchin

She can bend a spoon

But she aint no magician now

 

That lost homing pigeon

Has forgotten its religion

And all my pitching in

Has turned to ditch digging now

 

Cold feet been following me

I went and did everything to try to get free

That little bit o honey been a spending all my money

Listen sister Iím bound to roam

 

Grandpa Joe is tired of getting old

And everything he says is ďwhereíd the time goĒ

If heavenís just a story let him tell you bout the glory

Mama Iím getting cold