Текст песни Laura Veirs - Chimney sweeping man
Laura Veirs - Chimney sweeping man слова песни
I`m a chimney sweeping manYou see the black lines On the backs of my handsI planted all the gardensI sent off all the hand-typed lettersTo the empty shells on highHow i want to make things betterMaybe you thought i`d be presidentWith my cheshire grin, high iq And charming baby bluesWell i`m a lowland forest residentWith lime in the outhouseAnd black grime for tattoosI try to make things betterI try to make things mineI write a lot of letters To pass the timeI pulled three hundred rocks From the land to build my houseI walk quiet through the forestLike a tiny quiet forest mouseI`m a chimney sweeping manYou see the black lines On the backs of my hands