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Birds fly by
it's evening
sun's going down
yeah I know it's cold
time to stoke up
my old wood stove
Winter here every year
no leaves
critters all around
I see the tracks in the snow
Dogs on the rug
smell the smell
coming from the grill
shot it just about dusk
oh, so fine – eight point buck
Winter here every year
no leaves
critters all around
I see the tracks in the snow
Smell the air so clean
I'll have it no other way
another month
Spring will be here
grounds getting soft
days getting longer
spring water
sweet and cold
never freezes over
I drink it every day
makes the best iced tea
I have ever seen
Take a shower
feel it on your skin
no place but here
right on my land
no place but here
no place but here, here
no place but here
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2. |
Cockroach Waltz
01:59
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INSTRUMENTAL
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Mr. Wind he's acting up now
thrashing trees
spitting rain into my window
carries the thunder on magic carpets of rain
thrashing trees
spitting rain into my window
he sends things careening through the streets
he comes and goes to everyone he meets
where does he come from?
Where does he come from?
Mr. Wind he's acting up now
thrashing trees
making way for his brethren
carries thunder on magic carpets of rain
thrashing trees
spitting rain into my window
where does he come from?
he sends things careening through the streets
he comes and goes to everyone he meets
where does he come from?
Where does he come from?
Mr. Wind he's quiet now
speaking out
on behalf of the great Tao
he sends things careening through the streets
he comes and goes to everyone he meets
where does he come from?
Where does he come from?
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4. |
Lost My Keys
02:31
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I looked all around
I looked real hard
I took the initiative
and now I am tired
I looked in the freezer
I looked in the yard
for my keys
for my keys
please
I looked all around
I looked real hard
I looked in the floors
I looked in the yard
I looked on the porch
I looked on the freezer
I looked
everywhere
for my keys
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5. |
I Love it on The Beach
02:09
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Summer evenings
air hangs heavy sitting on our porch swing
thinking back on the day
layin' on the beach with you
tan brown, sunglassed
long legged, firm breasted
I love it on the beach
I love it on the beach with you
Moonlit evening
Nice and windy sitting on the lifeguard chair
lookin' down at the sand
I'd sure like to hold your hand
you're tan brown, sunglassed
long legged, firm breasted
I love it on the beach
I love it on the beach with you
Foggy morning
seashell pickin' waited all night for your smile
I hope I don't look like a hog
but I hope the sun burns off the fog
'cause you're tan brown, sunglassed
long legged, firm breasted
I love it on the beach
I love it on the beach with you
Tanned brown, firm breasted!
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6. |
Unfinished Thang
03:14
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INSTRUMENTAL
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Went out walking
walking 'round my neighborhood
went out walking
walking 'round my neighborhood
checked in on my baby
like any good man should
She was out in the kitchen
cooking a sweet potato pie
She was out in the kitchen
cooking a sweet potato pie
she's been making a dinner
for some another guy
Says she's tired of walking
walking round with me
says tired of walking
walking round with me
says wants a big car
that's one thing I'll never see
went out walking
walking down the local bar
went out walking
walking down the local bar
gonna get drunk cause my baby
left me for a shiny car
Went out walking
walking 'round my neighborhood
went out walking
walking 'round my neighborhood
checked in on my baby
like any good man
checked in on my baby
like any good man
checked in on my baby
like any good man should
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8. |
Song for Hisself
06:02
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It arrived
in the summertime
just in time
to say goodbye
whoah, dollar bills
gives me ulcers by osmosis
do you suppose this is life?
Didn't I
bust my butt enough?
Do you cry?
In the mind so much?
Do another bong
tell myself that I've a life in songs
what's wrong
where's me these days
do you suppose this is life?
Pretty girl
Pretty smile
found my heart in time
just in time
to say goodbye
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9. |
In a Bus
03:12
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Don't wave your magic wand at me man
that's one wave I cannot stand
cause you put hot electric sparks on my ass now man
flapped my cheeks
Don't wave goodbye at me now man
That's one wave I cannot stand
cause you put hot electric sparks on my ass now man
flapped my cheeks
Let's get with it
in a bus
for all to see
my dog and me
for all to see
my dog and me
In a bus with all of us
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10. |
Under The Wind
02:19
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I hate this cold
freeze me down to my bones
I'm under the wind
I'm under the wind
I'm under the wind today
I'm under the weather vane
I'm under the wind today
I'm under the wind
I hate this ice
Isn't it nice
I'm under the wind
I'm under the wind
I'm under the wind today
I'm under the weather vane
I'm under the wind today
I'm under the wind
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Rich Reardin Bloomington, Indiana
Rich Reardin is a musician from Bloomington, Indiana.
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