tracy chapman
cold feet
There was a little boy once upon a time Who in spite of his young age and small size knew his mind For every copper penny and clover he would find Make a wish for better days the end of hard times For no more cold feet Cold cold cold cold feet His clothes were always clean His face was always scrubbed There was food on the table enough to fill him up His house was full of life His house was full of love But when winter days arrived There was never money enough to shod his cold feet Cold cold cold cold feet He grew up to be a worker determined to succeed He made a life for himself, free from worldly wants or needs But with nobody to share the life he'd made No body to keep him warm at night When he'd go to sleep he'd sleep alone with his cold feet Cold cold cold cold feet One night he walked the street looking to the heaven's above Searching for a shooting star a benevolent God When a woman passing by brushed his arm He turned and found love He then wished for the courage to ask this stranger Who she was to not have cold feet Cold cold cold cold feet He thought she'd like the party life and want the finer things So he promised more than he could buy And he promised her the sun and moon to not have cold feet Cold cold cold cold feet He worked day and night his fingers to the bone Hi worried mind guilty conscience drive him on He can't give her what she needs He wants to give her what he thinks she wants Her sad-eyed face, his empty pockets drive him on and his cold feet Cold cold cold cold feet He'd struggled all his life to be an honest man Proud that the dirt on his palms was the soil of the land But some guys he knew from high school days Said they had a plan to get rich quick And they could count him in if he don't have cold feet Cold cold cold cold feet He thought about their offer accepted it without qualms Dreamt about the life he'd buy The comfort that would come without cold feet Cold cold cold cold feet He decided to tell his wife things would soon turn around He said the little boy is dead A man stands with you now without cold feet Cold cold cold cold feet Without cold feet - Cold cold cold cold feet He thought he'd set his clock right - He though he'd read his watch He left in such a hurry he didn't think to wish for luck Makes no difference if you're early - No difference if you're late When you're out of time - The flowers have been laid You're six feet underground With cold feet Cold cold cold cold feet