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Chimney Sweeping Man - Laura Veirs
I'm a I'm a I'm a
I'm a chimney sweeping man
You see the black lines
On the backs
On the backs of my hands
I planted all the gardens
I sent off all the hand typed letters
To the empty shells on high
How I want to make things better
I want to make things better
Maybe you thought I'd be president
With my Cheshire grin high I Q
And charming baby blues
Well I'm a lowland forest resident
With lime in the outhouse
And black grime for tattoos
I try to make things better
I try to make things mine
I write a lot of letters to pass the time
I pulled three hundred rocks
From the land to build my house
I walk quiet through
The forest like a tiny quiet forest mouse
'Cause I'm a I'm a I'm a
I'm a chimney sweeping man
You see the black lines
In the backs
On the backs of my hands
I'm a I'm a I'm a
I'm a chimney sweeping man
You see the black lines
On the backs
On the backs of my hands
I'm a I'm a I'm a
I'm a chimney sweeping man
You see the black lines
On the backs
On the backs of my hands
I'm a I'm a I'm a
I'm a chimney sweeping man
You see the black lines
On the backs
On the backs of my hands
I'm a I'm a I'm a
I'm a chimney sweeping man
You see the black lines
On the backs
On the backs of my hands
