Indian Rope Man Songtext
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Indian Rope Man Songtext
Fog dangling thick
Can′t see the right road, streets are sick
The eight day mill it might grind slow
But it grinds fine, yeah
Indian rope man, while looking on
Tells common clay he's heavenly born
Retired layman looks on in scorn
With a transplanted heart
Kiss him quick, he has to part
Indian rope man he sees the times
Splitting loose the edge of minds
He catches losers in his line, in his line, yeah
Kiss him quick, he has to part
As the fog dangling thick
Can′t see the right road, streets are sick
The eight day mill it might grind slow
But it grinds fine
Indian rope man, while looking on
Tells common clay he's heavenly born
Retired layman looks on in scorn
With a transplanted heart
Kiss him quick, he has to part
Oh, yeah
Can′t see the right road, streets are sick
The eight day mill it might grind slow
But it grinds fine, yeah
Indian rope man, while looking on
Tells common clay he's heavenly born
Retired layman looks on in scorn
With a transplanted heart
Kiss him quick, he has to part
Indian rope man he sees the times
Splitting loose the edge of minds
He catches losers in his line, in his line, yeah
Kiss him quick, he has to part
As the fog dangling thick
Can′t see the right road, streets are sick
The eight day mill it might grind slow
But it grinds fine
Indian rope man, while looking on
Tells common clay he's heavenly born
Retired layman looks on in scorn
With a transplanted heart
Kiss him quick, he has to part
Oh, yeah
Writer(s): Mark Roth, Joe Price, Richie Havens Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
