文本歌词

Indian Rope Man - Julie Driscoll, Brian Auger & The Trinity
Written by：Richie Havens/Joe Price/Mark Roth
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 looking on
He tells common clay he's heavenly born
Retired layman looks on in scorn
With a transplanted heart
Kiss him quick he has to part
Indian rope man sees the times
Splitting loose the edge of minds
Catching losers in his line in his line
Yeah ohh umm umm
Indian rope man flexes his eye
Dissolving the fog revealing the lie
Indian rope man holds my trick in his heart
Kiss him quick
Indian rope man sees all strife
Cutting down eternal life
When his soul transcends his heart oh
Kiss him oh he has to part
He has to past
Kiss him away
No no kiss him