Without my walking cane I would be flat on the floor
Feet in the mud head on the shore
I would grow old without my walking cane
I wouldn't feel so good without my walking cane
I would be all alone just like the sugar man
Locked in a cold room.
Some call it my third leg some call it my fourth
It's got a magnet that points me to magnetic north
And I sally forth whenever I please
When I'm done up there I head back to the south
Take that ol' muddy water right into my mouth
And I swallow it down cause it's good for me.
They say that diamonds have a way of staying cold
But that will never save my soul and that's cold
If I could find another way I'd just stay at home
Not pick up my walking cane is this the kinda man I am.
When I die make a wish
And set me on fire like a big ol' fish
Build a pyre up to the sky get me lit
And then bury me beside my walking cane
That's all I'm asking of you.
credits
from The Sugar Man,
released October 6, 2017
Written/performed/recorded by Tim Cluff
Featuring Old Man Shorty (Dave Zydallis) on Harmonica
Mixed and Mastered by James Shoen at JBS Studios
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