There is a light in the forest
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There is a face in the tree
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I'll pull you out of the chorus
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And the first one's always free
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You can never go hunting
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With just a flintlock and a hound
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You won't go home with a bunting
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If you blow a hundred rounds
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It takes much more than wild courage
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Or you'll hit just the tattered clouds
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You must have just the right bullets
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And the first one's always free
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You must be careful in the forest
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Broken glass and rusty nails
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If you're to bring back something for us
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I have bullets for sale
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Why be a fool when you can chase away
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Your blind and your gloom
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I have blessed each one of these bullets
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And they shine just like a spoon
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To have sixty silver wishes
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Is a small price to pay
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They'll be your private little fishes
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And they'll never swim away
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I just want you to be happy
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That's my only wish
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I'll fix your wagon and your musket
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And the spoon will have his dish
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And I shudder at the thought of your
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Poor empty hunter's pouch
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So I'll keep the wind from your barrel
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And bless the roof of your house
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Just The Right Bullets
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Tom Waits |