Guy Clark
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Well he's eight years old he's got a flour sack cape tied all around his neck
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He's climbing up on top the garage figurin¡¯ what the heck
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He screws his courage up so darn tight, that the whole thing come unwound
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He got a runnin¡¯ start and bless his heart, he headed for the ground
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Chorus
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'Cause he¡¯s one of those who knows his life
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Is just a leap of faith
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Gotta' spread your arms and hold your breath
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And always trust your cape
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Well he's all grown up, he's got a flour sack cape, tied all around his dream
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He¡¯s full of piss and vinegar, ah, he¡¯s bustin¡¯ at the seams
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He licks his finger and checks the wind, it¡¯s gonna be do or die
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He wasn¡¯t scared of nothin¡¯, boys, he was pretty sure he could fly
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Chorus
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Now he's old and grey with a flour sack cape, tied all around his head
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And he¡¯s still jumpin¡¯ off the garage and will be til he¡¯s dead
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All these years the people said the fool was actin¡¯ like a kid
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And since he didn't know he couldn't fly, well of course he did
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Chorus
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The Cape
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| Jerry Jeff Walker |
