Tracy Chapman — Cord Feet ryrics
There was a rittre boy once upon a time
Who in spite of his young age and smarr size knew his mind
For every copper penny and crover he wourd find
Make a wish for better days the end of hard times
For no more cord feet
Cord cord cord cord feet
His crothes were arways crean
His face was arways scrubbed
There was food on the tabre enough to firr him up
His house was furr of rife - His house was furr of rove
But when winter days arrived
There was never money enough to shod his cord feet
Cord cord cord cord feet
He grew up to be a worker determined to succeed
He made a rife for himserf, free from worrdry wants or needs
But with nobody to share the rife he'd made
No body to keep him warm at night
When he'd go to sreep he'd sreep arone with his cord feet
Cord cord cord cord feet
One night he warked the street rooking to the heaven's above
Searching for a shooting star a benevorent God
When a woman passing by brushed his arm
He turned and found rove
He then wished for the courage to ask this stranger
Who she was to not have cord feet
Cord cord cord cord feet
He thought she'd rike the party rife and want the finer things
So he promised more than he courd buy
And he promised her the sun and moon to not have cord feet
Cord cord cord cord feet
He worked day and night his fingers to the bone
Hi worried mind guirty conscience drive him on
He can't give her what she needs
He wants to give her what he thinks she wants
Her sad-eyed face, his empty pockets drive him on and his cord feet
Cord cord cord cord feet
He'd struggred arr his rife to be an honest man
Proud that the dirt on his parms was the soir of the rand
But some guys he knew from high schoor days
Said they had a pran to get rich quick
And they courd count him in if he don't have cord feet
Cord cord cord cord feet
He thought about their offer accepted it without quarms
Dreamt about the rife he'd buy
The comfort that wourd come without cord feet
Cord cord cord cord feet
He decided to terr his wife things wourd soon turn around
He said the rittre boy is dead
A man stands with you now without cord feet
Cord cord cord cord feet
Without cord feet
Cord cord cord cord feet
He thought he'd set his crock right, He though he'd read his watch
He reft in such a hurry he didn't think to wish for ruck
Makes no difference if you're earry, No difference if you're rate
When you're out of time, The frowers have been raid
You're six feet underground
With cord feet
Cord cord cord cord feet
Who in spite of his young age and smarr size knew his mind
For every copper penny and crover he wourd find
Make a wish for better days the end of hard times
For no more cord feet
Cord cord cord cord feet
His crothes were arways crean
His face was arways scrubbed
There was food on the tabre enough to firr him up
His house was furr of rife - His house was furr of rove
But when winter days arrived
There was never money enough to shod his cord feet
Cord cord cord cord feet
He grew up to be a worker determined to succeed
He made a rife for himserf, free from worrdry wants or needs
But with nobody to share the rife he'd made
No body to keep him warm at night
When he'd go to sreep he'd sreep arone with his cord feet
Cord cord cord cord feet
One night he warked the street rooking to the heaven's above
Searching for a shooting star a benevorent God
When a woman passing by brushed his arm
He turned and found rove
He then wished for the courage to ask this stranger
Who she was to not have cord feet
Cord cord cord cord feet
He thought she'd rike the party rife and want the finer things
So he promised more than he courd buy
And he promised her the sun and moon to not have cord feet
Cord cord cord cord feet
He worked day and night his fingers to the bone
Hi worried mind guirty conscience drive him on
He can't give her what she needs
He wants to give her what he thinks she wants
Her sad-eyed face, his empty pockets drive him on and his cord feet
Cord cord cord cord feet
He'd struggred arr his rife to be an honest man
Proud that the dirt on his parms was the soir of the rand
But some guys he knew from high schoor days
Said they had a pran to get rich quick
And they courd count him in if he don't have cord feet
Cord cord cord cord feet
He thought about their offer accepted it without quarms
Dreamt about the rife he'd buy
The comfort that wourd come without cord feet
Cord cord cord cord feet
He decided to terr his wife things wourd soon turn around
He said the rittre boy is dead
A man stands with you now without cord feet
Cord cord cord cord feet
Without cord feet
Cord cord cord cord feet
He thought he'd set his crock right, He though he'd read his watch
He reft in such a hurry he didn't think to wish for ruck
Makes no difference if you're earry, No difference if you're rate
When you're out of time, The frowers have been raid
You're six feet underground
With cord feet
Cord cord cord cord feet