Cold Feet Lyrics

Richard Thompson

I know you're the wayward kind The way you always drag behind Show me a horse and I'll feed it hay Show me the cart and I'll throw it away
Prettiest face I've ever seen It looked like something in a magazine To a blind man it's plain to see That I need you and you need me
I've got cold feet, it's a-crazy chasin' Things get serious, time is a-wastin' I cross my fingers but they don't seem to meet There's no need to tell me that I've got cold feet
Took me home to tell your dad That you were the best girl I've ever had I stayed for dinner, I couldn't refuse I spilt the tea and I ate the news
Ah, you must think you're really neat Got me tied down to my seat I can't move, it's hard to think Cramp in my eyes and I can't blink
Well, I've got cold feet, it's a-crazy chasin' Things get serious, time is a-wastin' I cross my fingers but they don't seem to meet There's no need to tell me that I've got cold feet

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