Indian Rope Man Lyrics – Richie Havens
Singer: Richie Havens
Title: Indian Rope Man
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 lookin’ 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.
Yeah… yeah
Indian rope man sees the times,
Splitting loose the edge of minds
Catching losers in his line, in his line, yeah
Kiss him quick, he has to part.
Yeah… yeah
Indian rope man flexes his eye,
Dissolving the fog
Revealing the lie
Indian rope man holds my trick in his heart, yeah
Kiss him quick, he has to part
Yeah… yeah
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