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Check out this picture of Wendell Gee's used car lot.
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That's when Wendell Gee takes a tug upon the string that held the line of trees
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Behind the house he lived in he was reared to give respect
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But somewhere down the line he chose to whistle as the wind blows
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Whistle as the wind blows, with me he had a dream one night
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That the tree had lost its middle so he built a trunk of chicken wire
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To try to hold it up but the wire, the wire turned to lizard skin
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And when he climbed inside there wasn't even time to say
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Goodbye to Wendell Gee so whistle as the wind blows
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Whistle as the wind blows, with me.
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There wasn't even time to say goodbye to Wendell Gee.
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So whistle as the wind blows. Listen as the wind blows to me.
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If the wind were colored and if the air could speak
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Then whistle as the wind blows. Whistle as the wind blows.
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Wendell Gee
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