Wooden Indian

Words and music by Bill Price

A candyman performance deep in the medicine show
Soft-shoe side-stepping the strings of the blind Jim Crow

A carpetbagger's draw on the mud-caked route
A pistol in the back tryin' to shoot me out

I was drowning in the indigo

Magnolia mansions sinking in the undertow
Potions of romantics - the rhythm of the row

Anger in the air - the wind was blowing loss
The ferry was full - you couldn't come across

How you beat the black muddy, I don't know

There I stood - solid wood
How you could free me from my pose

Cigar store minstrel - a witness to the cotton crowd
Unable to dance - unable to take a bow

A painted personality, bound but unaware
Missing disposition, missing pride or prayer

How'd you make the silence loud

There I stood - solid wood
How you could free me from my pose

Adorned with feathers, with the weight of a stone
Back to the window - lacking flesh and bone

Broke and out of business - blushing with freedom's face
This elixir of emotion outruns the dead man's chase

They've tipped the last of all the shoe-shine bards
They've broken all the bottles, marked up all the cards

How'd you free me within your embrace

There I stood - solid wood
How you could free me from my pose

© 2003 Mr. Quill Music (BMI)