Only a Finger

I'm not nothing but a finger,
I'm-a pointing to your feet.
My Mama told me to breathe,
But I ain't got no lungs, no teeth.

So I just sit bending,
And I wonder could you please,
Trade with me a knuckle,
For a pair of them feets?

I can't leave my body,
Not that I ain't tried,
But them doctors said I'd Grow
Like a Flower, and I ain't once cried.

So I'm always gonna keep
My new feets in some dirt,
And stay in the sun,
Until my knuckle skin hurt.