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Sugar Man

There are shadows on the sidewalks

Of the city streets at night,

And the alleyways and ugly things

Are hidden from the light.

And somewhere, son, my baby's

Gonna sell her soul again,

For a custom tailored lady-killer

They call Sugar Man.



I searched the backstreet barrooms,

And every cheap hotel,

Asking for my baby; they all knew her well.

Well, they said, "She's out there working

For the wages of her sin,

And if you want to find your baby, Baby,

Look for Sugar Man."



Well, tonight I found her

On the sorry side of town

Lying cold upon the bed

Where she had laid her body down.

I picked up the needle that had fallen from her hand

And stuck it through the money she had made for Sugar Man.



There are shadows on the sidewalks

Of the city streets at night

And the alleyways and ugly things

Are hidden from the light.

But the sun's gonna shine tomorrow

On some dirty gargage cans,

And a custom tailored lady-killer

They called Sugar Man

Крис Кристофферсон

Sugar Man / Крис Кристофферсон

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