Sugar Man - Kris Kristofferson

Written by：Kris Kristofferson

There are shadows on the sidewalk

Of the city streets at night

The alleyways and ugly things

Are hidden from the light

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

If you want to find your baby baby

Look for sugar man

Well tonight I found her

In 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

City streets tonight

The alleyways and ugly things

Are hidden from the light

But the sun's gonna shine tomorrow

On some dirty garage cans

And a custom tailored lady killer

They called sugar man