[Intro:]
|
|
Last night or the night before that (I won't say which night)
|
A seaman friend of mine (I'll not say which seaman)
|
Walked up to a big old building (I won't say which building)
|
And would not have walked up the stairs (not to say which stairs)
|
If there had not have been two girls
|
|
(Leaving out the names of those two girls)
|
|
I recall a door, a big long room (I'll not tell which room)
|
I remember a deep blue rug (but I can't say which rug)
|
A girl took down a book of poems (not to say which book of poems)
|
As she read I laid my head (and I can't tell which head)
|
Down in her lap (and I can mention which lap)
|
|
[Spoken:]
|
|
My seaman buddy and his girl moved off
|
After a couple of pages, and there I was
|
All night long, laying and listening
|
And forgetting the poems
|
And as well as I could recall
|
Or my seaman buddy could recollect
|
The girl had told us that she was a niece of Walt Whitman
|
But not which niece
|
And it takes a night and a girl
|
And a book of this kind
|
A long long time to find its way back
|
|
[Harmonica solo over verse chords]
|
|
Last night or the night before that (I won't say which night)
|
A seaman friend of mine (I'll not say which seaman)
|
Walked up to a big old building (I won't say which building)
|
And would not have walked up the stairs (not to say which stairs)
|
If there had not have been two girls
|
(Leaving out the names of those two girls)
|
|
Yes, I recall a door, a big long room (I'll not tell which room)
|
I remember a deep blue rug (but I can't say which rug)
|
A girl took down a book of poems (not to say which book of poems)
|
As she read I laid my head (and I can't tell which head)
|
Down in her lap (and I can mention which lap)
|
|
[Fade out: guitar solo over verse]
|
|
-----------------
|
Walt Whitman's Niece
|
Wilco |