Down South Funk
Sammy Davis, Jr.
What kind of fool am I
Who never fell in love
It seems that I'm the only one
that I have been thinking of
What kind of man is this?
An empty shell-
A lonely cell in which
an empty heart must dwell
What kind of lips are these
That lied with every kiss
That whispered empty words of love
that left me alone like this
Why can't I fall in love
Like any other man
And maybe then I'll know what kind of fool I am.
What kind of clown am I?
What do I know of life?
Why can't I cast
Half the Time
There's a crow flyin' down from over the hill.
Cracked paint on my window sill.
Each morning broke provides a girl.
Forget my evening feeling world.
When day gets dark it seeps into my skin.
And I rcall the spark that kept me sane.
Can't talk to you it's plain,
Won't start to name my pain,
Or forget I don't know why
You tugged the corner of my eye.
Movin' up the neck of my guitar.
I turn the lamp off, I see where you are.
Your one light slowly fading in my mind.
The furthest from my head.
Half the time.
Simple point too bright to leave the sky.
You're dissolving in my eye, in my eye.
My closed eye.
Half the time.
Mountain Dew and Malboro, While I stew over er all I owe.
My eyes set wet against the breeze,
Guide the sun into the trees.
Where squirrels are holding acorns in their teeth.
I can't see into why I made you leave.
Your one light slowly fad--ing in my mind.
The furthest from my head.
Half the time.
A simple point revolving in my sky.
You're dissolving in my eye.