The Cape
By Jerry Jeff Walker & Django Walker
Written By Guy Clark
C/B ' X20010
Am/G ' 3X2210
Capo 2
Well he's [C]eight years [C/B]old with a [Am]flour sack [Am/G]cape tied [F]all a[G]round his [C]neck
He's [C]climbing [C/B]up on [Am]top the [Am/G]garage, he's[F] figurin' what [G]the heck
So [C]screws his [C/B]courage up [Am]so darn [Am/G]tight that the [F]whole thing [G]come un[C]wound
He got a [C]runnin?[C/B]? start an[Am]d bless hi[Am/G]s heart, h[F]e heade[G]d for th[C]e ground
Chorus :
'Cause he'[Am]s one of those wh[G]o knows his life
Is [F]just a leap of [C]faith
Gotta' [C]spread your [C/B]arms and [Am]hold your [Am/G]breath
And [F]always [G]trust your [C]cape
Well he's all grown up, he's got a flour sack cape, tied all around his dream
He's full of ps and vinegar, ah, he's bustin' at the seams
So licks his finger and checks the wind, it's gonna be do or die
He wasn't scared of nothin', boys, he was pretty sure he could fly
Chorus
Now he's old and grey with a flour sack cape, tied all around his head
And he's still jumpin' off the garage and will be til he's dead
All these years the people said the fool was actin' like a kid
And since he didn't know he couldn't fly, well of course he did
Chorus
By Jerry Jeff Walker & Django Walker
Written By Guy Clark
C/B ' X20010
Am/G ' 3X2210
Capo 2
Well he's [C]eight years [C/B]old with a [Am]flour sack [Am/G]cape tied [F]all a[G]round his [C]neck
He's [C]climbing [C/B]up on [Am]top the [Am/G]garage, he's[F] figurin' what [G]the heck
So [C]screws his [C/B]courage up [Am]so darn [Am/G]tight that the [F]whole thing [G]come un[C]wound
He got a [C]runnin?[C/B]? start an[Am]d bless hi[Am/G]s heart, h[F]e heade[G]d for th[C]e ground
Chorus :
'Cause he'[Am]s one of those wh[G]o knows his life
Is [F]just a leap of [C]faith
Gotta' [C]spread your [C/B]arms and [Am]hold your [Am/G]breath
And [F]always [G]trust your [C]cape
Well he's all grown up, he's got a flour sack cape, tied all around his dream
He's full of ps and vinegar, ah, he's bustin' at the seams
So licks his finger and checks the wind, it's gonna be do or die
He wasn't scared of nothin', boys, he was pretty sure he could fly
Chorus
Now he's old and grey with a flour sack cape, tied all around his head
And he's still jumpin' off the garage and will be til he's dead
All these years the people said the fool was actin' like a kid
And since he didn't know he couldn't fly, well of course he did
Chorus
