LyricsPine Six String

The Haunted Windchimes

Last update on: July 9, 2019
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He was born the seventh son The seventh day of july He was 1970s driven under the southern sky

And though he did survive Well his mama she died Underneath the moon and the howling wind he cries Ooo ooo Ooo ooo Oooo ooo Ooo oo Now name is in a band (?) He don't know bad from his good He carved himself a six string From some pine in the woods His howls became screams Taught himself how to sing And made his way from abberlee Way down to New Orleans Ooo ooo Ooo ooo Ooo ooo Oooo oo Now he made himself a home Under a big red door Down below the docks Amongst the beggars and whores But when he would sing People couldn't do no thing But listen to the rythym of his pine six string A crowd of people gathered round Their jaws on the ground Who was this young boy just sleepin on the ground But when he would sing People couldn't do no thing But listen to the rythym on his pine six string And now no ooo oo Ooo ooo Oh oo oo ooo ooo Ah ba buh boo Bah duh bah do bah duh boo Bah duh bah doo bwah Ooo I'm a simple kind of man Don't need your diamonds and gold If money is your worry You better lighten your load Just give me six strings And a big open road And I'll tell you how to be free

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