That's when Wendell Gee takes a tug
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Upon the string that held the line of trees
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Behind the house he lived in
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He was reared to give respect
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But somewhere down the line he chose
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To whistle as the wind blows
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Whistle as the wind blows with me
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He had a dream one night
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That the tree had lost its middle
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So he built a trunk of chicken wire
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To try to hold it up
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But the wire, the wire turned to lizard skin
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And when he climbed inside
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There wasn't even time to say
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Goodbye to Wendell Gee
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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
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Goodbye to Wendell Gee
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So whistle as the wind blows
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Whistle as the wind blows with me
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If the wind were colors
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And if the air could speak
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Then whistle as the wind blows
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Whistle as the wind blows
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Wendell Gee
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| R.E.M. |
