Paul Siebel
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Well come gather around me friends of mine,
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While I sing to you about a minstrel band
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Of children in their witches hats,
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Painting pictures with the pipes of pan
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How a young boy and his sister played some tunes
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Upon a whistle made of tin
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And led me through the flower gardens,
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Laughing at the postman's stubby chin
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And in my dizzy stupor,
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I was trying to forfeit all I'd known
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And listen to that music that could swirl me in a magic all it's own
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But somewhere in the distance,
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You and I, we fought our monsters to a draw
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It was in those days of books and wine,
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With Ferlin Getty grasping for a straw
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And out along the highways,
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We journeyed far to find that mystic smile
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Chasing down identities,
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My God we must have run a million miles
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So we can teach the children,
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Nothing, nothing but survival in the desert bare
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They can teach us how to laugh,
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How to love and tie bright ribbons in our hair
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So sing for us you children,
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Tinkle bells and rhyme the purple, greens and blues
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Think of us as fighting fools,
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Who wintered through our seasons loving you
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Think of us as fighting fools,
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Who wintered through our seasons loving you
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Cause you can teach us how to laugh,
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How to love and tie bright ribbons in our hair
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Then Came The Children
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| Jerry Jeff Walker |
