Words and Music by Jakob Dylan
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Sugarfoot's got two hands
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Just as long as he can see,
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One hand in the birdfeed
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And a hand in the apple tree.
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He stands in line, just a little behind
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A yellow moon that hangs,
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he's all tangled and he broke his sticks on the links
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Of his own chain gang.
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You oughta see this home that he own,
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It's like a box of jewelry,
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He's got his own church bell
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And his bed it lays in a gallery.
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And all the colors they shine like flames
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Coming in through the window pane,
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They end up getting checked over twice
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For the reds of someone's veins.
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It's so cold and blown all apart,
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It's so cold and needing of a heart.
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He stands alone on the top of his home
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Where all the blue birds flown,
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Sucks in on his cheeks and he cries
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As he moans through a saxophone.
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He reaches high with his hands in the sky
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And puts his fingers right into the storm
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Always one to stand under the moon
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And blow on his own horn.
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And anyone with anything has already begun to think
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That somebody down there knows
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Just how he sat down on his knees in the dirt
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And buried someone's rainbow.
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It's so cold and blown all apart,
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It's so cold and needing of a heart.
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It's so cold and blown all apart,
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It's so cold and needing of a heart.
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Well, I know you ain't my enemy,
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The only one's inside of me,
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He's killing me getting free.
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I hear he wants my head with an old ice pick
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And fix me up on a stick.
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An' all I've ever got to be
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Is everything I wanna be
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And Sugarfoot disagrees,
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He still stands tall underneath that apple tree
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Man, he's still watching me.
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His chain gang is tryin' to pull me down
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Like the birds and the fireflies.
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They shoot arrows up into the skies
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And they burn all the feathers dry.
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Well, he only wants to fill his belly up
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With rocks till it hurts, then he stops.
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Well, he don't know what to do with love
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If it don't fill his belly to the top.
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It's so cold and blown all apart,
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It's so cold and needing of a heart.
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It's so cold and blown all apart,
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It's so cold and needing of a heart.
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Sugarfoot
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