Jack Richardson - Lightfoot lyrics

The side men come out first John Stockfish, ba** guitar Looks at the world through the eyes of Nashville The riverboats and Charlie McCoy He's just a boy Lead guitarist Red Shea Who's really come a long, long way Since rhythm rocker jingle jangle And go Red! Then Lightfoot Edwardian, southernly striped His hair blondish and poetic He is less than vinyl perfect His foot is a precise anchor for the husk and vibrance of his voice He is the image of Alberta A side street near Chicago The grim beauty of Toronto [Chorus] He is an artist, he is an artist He is an artist painting Sistine masterpieces Of pine and fir and blackwoods Still echoes long ago The winter night of Black July And then the outcome of an early Cleveland rainfall I sit softly among the rest Waiting there for him to paint his pictures And as the go-go-girl went around And our heads were in a spin I thought above the crossroads in the early morning rain And Rosanna I'm not saying that I'm sorry I'm just telling you this story And when Lightfoot's magic calls You can write it on your walls Because that's what walls are for [Chorus]