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I Learned to Whistle
02:29
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I learned to whistle
I learned to walk
I made it rustle
I saw a fox
I walked through thistle
I slept on moss
There was no water
That I couldn’t cross
I made a skiffle
I drowned a rock
I did not blunder
I didn’t talk
You need not suffer
You needn’t care
If you are weary
Come in and lay your hair
There is an island
Buried in fog
That hides its sorrow
Inside a smoking log
Our friend is busy
Back in the car
Her lips are sticky
Her knife is black with tar
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2. |
Mt. Song
05:11
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went to the city from Arkansas
I wanted to be everything that I saw
don't you believe the nice things you hear
people in the city’d lick the fat from you beard
red, red river where nobody goes
so full of iron it's like a bloody nose
you're never gonna get it out of your clothes
I think you gonna find that's the way that it goes
snow on the mountains, rain on the moss
moon shows the way on the fields that I cross
I make a shadow wherever I stand
I guess that we all leave our mark on the land
I cannot tell the wind from the breeze
I keep on trying to dance on my knees
I can’t forget all the things that I’ve done
Something is out there a’clickin’ its tongue
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