Sarga**o Trio - Man Walks lyrics

Wandered down the eight cold straight foot follows foot follows foot follows foot Morning breaks on a cold wet face foot follows foot follows foot follows foot Mist hangs over the wide flood plains, telegraph poles lean tired on the side of the road Will they lead you home? Wandered down the eight cold straight foot follows foot follows foot follows foot Where so many young men have met their fate foot follows foot follows foot follows foot Don't do like your brother done. Since that day he ain't been the same So boy, you best turn and run past the caravan park where you keep your dreams past the house with the muffled screams of a jealous heart, a trust betrayed, a beaten man, a bully revenged. Man walks Man walks Man walks Man walks Man walks Man walks Man walks Man walks Every man who walks the eight cold straight will find the house with the broken gate. Tell him don't walk up the garden path but foot follows foot follows foot follows foot If his mind's been cheating on his heart, tell him not to knock or look inside, if he can't make peace with what he finds, just turn around, walk back to town, where the eyes are scared and the chips are down.