Troubled waters do some healing
First they dunk you by a crusty flannel
Hold you against a muddy current
Drink up snake
A little cottonmouth champ
Float away that ringing round collar
Sound better on 8 track
Settle fer vinyl eternal lips swallow snock
Snark comes back to his stall
Throw on a feedsack and blanket
Sun's going down thru the ferns
Light a candle do an armchair boogie
Two hundred songs brings
Moon watch over our pal on turntable
Frogs here wrote his ode
Owls deliver it straightface somber
When swallows return to capistrano
Happiness music brings potluck timbre
Fiddle mouth trumpet soliloquy
shhhh worth every 10 dollar gig
Stole right to sing that hoot
Just a stone throw away ave's flexible no can doo
Still got someinit,
'parently
The Time Was Right
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