Sugarland - Papa Mali/Big Chief Monk Boudreaux/Golden Eagles Mardi Gras Indians/Reverend Goat Carson
Cast a shadow on my doorstep
And I tell you once again
That I will not be forsaken
To live and die in Sugarland
There's been times when I was able
But I would not take a stand
And my cards are on the table
In this place called Sugarland
Yeah yeah yeah
Standing on
Standing on
Standing on side of the road
Side of the road
Trying to find trying to find
Yeah I'm searching for a place to go
You see me standing
You see me standing on the highway
The highway
Don't ask me where
Don't ask me
Don't ask me
Were I'm not going your way
I'm not going
I'm not going
I'm searching
Trying to find my way
I've got to find myself
So I am standing at the end of the crossroad
Trying to find myself
And how could I tell you
Because you don't really know
See I have to find myself
Don't don't
And I want to be alone
You see me standing
Just say
Just say
Don't ask me where I'm going
Because I am not going that way
Myself
Myself
Because I am trying to find my place
Where I am supposed to be
When you wake me from my daydream
Fill my eyes with burning sand
And then tell me of the story
How I came to Sugarland
I've seen saints I've seen angels
Reaching out to touch my hand
But I will not be forsaken
To live and die in Sugarland
To live and die in Sugarland
To live and die in Sugarland
Sugarland - Papa Mali/Big Chief Monk Boudreaux/Golden Eagles Mardi Gras Indians/Reverend Goat Carson
Cast a shadow on my doorstep
And I tell you once again
That I will not be forsaken
To live and die in Sugarland
There's been times when I was able
But I would not take a stand
And my cards are on the table
In this place called Sugarland
Yeah yeah yeah
Standing on
Standing on
Standing on side of the road
Side of the road
Trying to find trying to find
Yeah I'm searching for a place to go
You see me standing
You see me standing on the highway
The highway
Don't ask me where
Don't ask me
Don't ask me
Were I'm not going your way
I'm not going
I'm not going
I'm searching
Trying to find my way
I've got to find myself
So I am standing at the end of the crossroad
Trying to find myself
And how could I tell you
Because you don't really know
See I have to find myself
Don't don't
And I want to be alone
You see me standing
Just say
Just say
Don't ask me where I'm going
Because I am not going that way
Myself
Myself
Because I am trying to find my place
Where I am supposed to be
When you wake me from my daydream
Fill my eyes with burning sand
And then tell me of the story
How I came to Sugarland
I've seen saints I've seen angels
Reaching out to touch my hand
But I will not be forsaken
To live and die in Sugarland
To live and die in Sugarland
To live and die in Sugarland