Deliver the Fool Larry Dunn © ‘04
Shadows run from a dull yellow moon
Reflected on the window of a low rent room
Where the wraith of a man in a skid row dive
Cooks one last rock in a hot glass pipe
Had his suit ready, cleaned and pressed
He’d pinned a note to his jacket, a last request
‘I don’t ask much’ it read ‘except one thing’
‘Please read these last words over me’
Father come…Please make room
Into your kingdom…Deliver the fool
He was a talented man, the family’s pride
So they tried to help him when they saw him slide
But over time the fact settled in
That their hands were tied, could not save him
All the love, understanding and money couldn’t do
Can’t help somebody if they won’t let you
Father come…Please make room
Into your kingdom…Deliver the fool
I swear if you’re listenin’…and the wind’s just right
You can still hear him…singing in the night
He could bring down the house, anytime he played
Few could touch him at the top of his game
But he flew too high, sunk too low
Got drug down in the undertow
Father come…Please make room
Into your kingdom…Deliver the fool
Father come…Please make room
Into your kingdom…Deliver the fool
Deliver the fool…Deliver the fool…Deliver the fool