Eight years old with a floursack cape. Tied all around his neck. He climbed up on the garage. Figurin' what the heck. He screwed his courage up so tight.
He's a black haired boy of some confusion. And he makes no excuse for the things that he's usin'. He's gentle and wild and a child of the mountain. His words are for singing and his days are for countin'.
(Guy Clark/Susanna Clark/Jim Janosky). Eight years old with a floursack cape. Tied all around his neck. He climbed up on the garage. He's figurin' what the heck.
Well, he's eight years old he's got a flour sack cape. Tied all around his neck. He's climbing up on top of the garage. He's figurin what the heck. . He screws his courage up so darn tight.
Eight years old with a flour sack cape. Tied all around his neck. He climbed up on the garage. He's figurin' what the heck. Well, he screwed up his courage up so tight.