Sugar King | Bob Schneider

🎵 Sugar King | Bob Schneider 🎵 - Length: 0:2:33

Sugar King - Written by Bob Schneider Recorded Live September 26, 2023 Live from Norfolk Street is an on-going concert series recorded live at McGonigel's Mucky Duck in Houston, Texas. Our live-streamed concert series is listener supported. For access to our catalog of full length shows, extras, encores, and interviews, become a contributing member at: https://livefromnorfolkstreet.com/ Lyrics: oh henry worked the sugar cane down in old barbados it was a bad time to be alive weren’t a worse place to be took some time but he saved himself some money bought himself a ticket to jamaica where he got involved with some fellows running rum up into kingston learned how to use a gun and make himself a name he met a lady and he fell in love they had a little baby everyday it got older every day was just the same (he’d say) take me to your garden lay me in the shade tree whisper of the wind and the coolness of the breeze i’m filled with razor blades they wear a wall inside me my heart is full of fire and my head is full of bees if you hold me now i just might make it through this madness the darkness aint so bad when you you’re by my side you got to hold me underwater baby till i stop this struggle baby hold me in your arms until i’m just too tired to fight he bought a car once he got a little money he said i can’t be running no more rum cause i know it’ll kill me dead he said he might rob the livery knew it was a little risky but he said you can’t imagine what goes on inside his head he said, “babe if i had some money...oh i’d take you to the movies id buy you something nice you know i’d treat you like the queen that you are and have always been m gonna be a better man baby better than i have been better than i am let’s swim in the ocean baby drink us some rum bullion we got to figure out how to keep the devil from the door the white man is crazy his heart is full of greed why can’t a man be satisfied with just what he needs oh them greedy bitches with their mouths all full of lies you take a look inside their hearts you know they’re filled with flies their heads are full of hammers pour em out over the land you know they’ll jam us nobody ain’t ever gonna love or understand us chorus at night he’d dream of places he aint never been but heard of from the bitches at the bar and he’d go there in his dreams in these dreams he’d be wearing a suit of solid gold and diamonds and the ladies in their glory they would smile wide when they saw him he’d eat the calamari off the beds of little babies and the buckets of fried chicken they would fall from all the trees and all the skeletons of the dead from bogota to cartagena they would wail and they would howl and throw themselves into the sea