Feet don't fail me now / When all is clearly lost / I must emerge somehow / I know there'll be a cost.
© J. Patrick Sharpe
Lyrics and music by J. Patrick Sharpe
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Flashing scenes of a pitiful life
Caught in bed with another man’s wife
Gun in my face—it’s the business end
A fire escape is a man’s best friend
I’ve gotta move right outta town
For the sin of sleeping around again
Feet don’t fail me now
Down on the street I ain’t got no clothes
It’s like a sheet of ice on a fire hose
They don’t let you in when you’ve got no shoes
I’ve got to do something about these frostbit blues
I’m gonna shake it right outta town
Old Man Winter’s gonna eat my dust
Feet don’t fail me now
(Ch) Yeah feet don’t fail me now
When all is clearly lost
I must emerge somehow
I know there’ll be a cost
Stealing clothes from a department store
Security guards waiting at the door
I break on through and slip away
Beggars can’t be choosers on a winter’s day
I’m gonna beat it right outta town
In a full length white mink ladies coat
Feet don’t fail me now (Ch)
Back in the alley where the winos play
I could use a drink it’s been a long day
A pull or two wouldn’t do nobody harm
I reach for the bottle but they grab my arm
I’ve gotta skip on outta town
It’s amazing how fast these drunks can run
Feet don’t fail me now (Ch)
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