Indian Rope Man - Julie Driscoll

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

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 ooh

Hmm mmm

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 part

He has part

Kiss him quick

Runa kiss him