Fleashine Lyrics - Tap The Red Cane Whirlwind - Kelly Joe Phelps

Fleashine, shoeshine, man of fifteen 

Brings the house in with a smile 

All twelve teeth tell myriad stories 

One upon one and one 

The breath in his hand waving 

Drives the gypsy woman mad, oh 

She loves him anyway 

Has told him so a thousand times or more 

She refuses to believe that 

At forty two years old 

She's not still a butterfly 

Ready, ready for the net 

Bobby the fifteen is turning strong and soft 

As can be seen by his patience with the animals 

He used to hate 'em 

Now lays down beside them 

To keep all from feeling sad 

As animals sometimes do 

He dreams of being old enough 

To marry the girl with two heads 

Their name is Gladys 

And they don't yet know 

Of the young man's fascination 

They're too busy drawing circles in their arms 

A fleashine, shoeshine, man of fifteen 

Floating into the next town 

Puts a straw in a Jim Beam bottle 

And lays his head down 

He puts a straw in a Jim Beam bottle 

And lays his head down