Interpret:

Kris Kristofferson

Album:

Jesus Was A Capricorn

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.