Kicking Pine Cones with Your Felt Boots - 6
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The Flowing Brook
After Pyotr Chernyayev
Old geezers that we are we don’t have stupid gout
We haven’t fucked enough yet we’re so tuckered out
The spring’s a happy time, it has those wonder bits
The willow’s gnarled but there a brook runs under it
The flowing brook, the running brook
I’m an old fool, you’re bloody schnook
The running brook, the flowing brook
Here we all sit whom no one took
We busted our ass, we’ve fucking ne’er gone hence
And yet somehow we never made two bloody pence
We dressed in rags, and now we’re fucking out of joint
Look, now we are all grey, and really what’s the point
The cruel fate ruled thus, it’s written in the stars
That we should go to church, and we should sit in bars
We haven’t loved enough, we’ve lost our fucking drive
But we should sing this song about our sorry life
other pine cones:
Someone on a Hillside
Boating Down the River
My Felt Boots
The Town of Samara
Golden Lights
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The Flowing Brook
After Pyotr Chernyayev
Old geezers that we are we don’t have stupid gout
We haven’t fucked enough yet we’re so tuckered out
The spring’s a happy time, it has those wonder bits
The willow’s gnarled but there a brook runs under it
The flowing brook, the running brook
I’m an old fool, you’re bloody schnook
The running brook, the flowing brook
Here we all sit whom no one took
We busted our ass, we’ve fucking ne’er gone hence
And yet somehow we never made two bloody pence
We dressed in rags, and now we’re fucking out of joint
Look, now we are all grey, and really what’s the point
The cruel fate ruled thus, it’s written in the stars
That we should go to church, and we should sit in bars
We haven’t loved enough, we’ve lost our fucking drive
But we should sing this song about our sorry life
other pine cones:
Someone on a Hillside
Boating Down the River
My Felt Boots
The Town of Samara
Golden Lights
* * *
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