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Crow Song
01:55
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Tweedle-leedledee goes the little bird
Its the sweetest sound you ever heard
Highs and lows, trills and fills you know I love it so
But “Caw Caw Caw” goes the crow
I don't like those crows
Yeah I know, yeah I know
You tell me he's so smart
You tell me they're so smart
I don't care what you say
I don't like those crows
Have you heard a bluebird sing
Swings and pings off everything
How about a robin's tune
In early June, I love that too
But “Caw Caw Caw” goes the crow
I don't like those crows
Yeah I know, yeah I know
You tell me he's so smart
You tell me they're so smart
I don't care what you say
I don't like those crows
When I went to Mexico
I heard that crow, I heard that crow
Way up Ohio yeah
You know I heard that crow
It seems like everywhere I go
I can't escape him no
You know I can't escape a big ol' cawklin' crow
Tweedleleedledee goes the little bird
Its the sweetest sound you ever heard
Highs, lows, trills, fills you know I love it so
But “Caw Caw Caw” goes the crow
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2. |
Flexible Cowboy Man
03:00
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I never thought I'd be like the modern man
My family raised cattle since way back when
Then I found yoga, here and now began
I'm a flexible cowboy man
I'm going into Bikram at 6am
If you wanna I'll do Hatha after then
Forget about your inside with your outer Zen
And be a flexible cowboy man
And I do, the upward dog, breath in real deep
To the downward dog, let it all release
Into the child's pose, way down low
To the mountain pose, up you go
I'm a flexible cowboy man
I love my lentils, I don't touch meat
Sold my pickup, I've got 2 good feet
You see me pedaling down St Marks Street
I'm a flexible cowboy man
My wranglers don't fit like my lycra does
I look kinda slim but I'm tough as an ox
I'll never miss an eclipse or an equinox
I'm a flexible cowboy man
And I do, the upward dog, breath in real deep
To the downward dog, let it all release
Into the child's pose, way down low
To the mountain pose, up you go
I'm a flexible cowboy man
And we all sing AAAOOOHHHHMmmmm
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3. |
C'est La Vie
03:02
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Oh the ocean is wide
She brings a very strong tide
Better hope you never collide
On that bay, wash you away
C'est la vie
Hills are covered with snow
It'll slip slide on bearing below
Cover you from your head to your toes
Without delay, can't hurt to pray
C'est la vie
Fields get mighty big gusts
Ripping roofs right off of their truss
Keeping low is definitely a must
No ashtray, smoke away
C'est la vie
Me I don't worry 'bout those
Cause I knows I goes when I goes
Like the ups keep away from the lows
And thats okay, it's gotta end someday
C'est la vie
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4. |
Green Green Rocky Road
03:36
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5. |
Mr. Eat
02:19
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I know a guy he ain't so neat
Big ol belly never seen his feet
Every time he goes down Bourbon Street people say
“There goes Mr. Eat”
Mr. Eat, he can gobble up everything
He's got riches, don't have class
Drinks outta pitchers never needs a glass
Don't care if you're hungry, if you're poor
Mr. Eat he wants more and more
Mr. Eat, he can gobble up everything
Well one time I was by the Alamo
Saw him down 5 pie à la modes
Saw 5 kids crying, don't ya know
He ate their ice cream, they just got some cones
Mr. Eat, he can gobble up everything
If he wants chicken he gets it whole
All the feathers down to the bone
Don't matter at night when he sleeps alone
He can get more chicken with his telephone
Ain't bout being big or small
Ain't about the long short fat or tall
Just eye that greedy creature's crawl
Or Mr. Eat he will eat you all
Mr. Eat. he can gobble up every
He'll gobble up any
He'll gobble up you and me
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6. |
If You Go
02:38
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If you go I'll go too
If you go I'll go too
Where you lay your head
I wanna share that bed
If you go I'll go too
If they made you work on the moon
I'd pack up all my things real soon
I'd rent a crater out
Take a stellar route
If you go I'll go too
If you go I'll go too
If you go I'll go too
Where you lay your head
I wanna share that bed
If you go I'll go too
Even the bottom of the sea
Wouldn't be too much for me
I'd find some jelly fish
Prepare your favorite dish
It stings then it tastes sweet
Even the Amazon
I'd take a lesson from King Kong
I'd grow 1000 feet
Find you the nicest tree
You could sleep and I would watch on
If you go I'll go too
If you go I'll go too
Where you lay your head
I wanna share that bed
If you go I'll go too
If you go I'll go too
If you go I'll go too
Where you lay your head
I wanna share that bed
If you go I'll go too
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7. |
Ukulele
01:51
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First time gone to the ancient sea
There's a Spanish girl that carelessly
Drift away as unto me
Oh I want ya but ya can't be mine
Ukulele, ukulele, ukulele
Let me tell ya bout my
Ooo ooo ukulele
Help me when I'm feeling down
I got a lele but no lady around
One day walking underneath the falls
There's a tattooed in overalls
But the fire there never lasted long
Oh I want ya but ya can't be mine
Ukulele, ukulele, ukulele
Let me tell ya bout my
Ooo ooo ukulele
Help me when I'm feeling down
I got a lele but no lady around
All the ladies really rock my boat
But through the night see how they float
Into the arm of a new coat
And I sing around and wait for mine
Ukulele, ukulele, ukulele
Let me tell ya bout my
Ooo Ooo ukulele
Help me when I'm feeling down
I got a lele but no lady around
I'm down
This town
I'm down
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8. |
Freight Train
02:43
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Freight train freight train running so fast
Freight train freight train running so fast
Please don't tell me which train I'm on
They don't know which way I'm gone
Lay me down to go to sleep
Way down on old chestnut street
So I can hear that number 9
When she rolls on down the line
Freight train freight train running so fast
Freight train freight train running so fast
Please don't tell me which train I'm on
They don't know which way I'm gone
When I ride that big freight train
Through the mountains and the plains
I can hear her whistle blow
Through the rain, the sleet and the snow
Freight train freight train running so fast
Freight train freight train running so fast
Please don't tell me which train I'm on
They don't have to know which way I'm gone
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9. |
Please Mister Sandman
02:18
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Oh Mister Sandman, won't you come to me
I could use some sleep, I could use your company
Mister Sandman would you visit me
Too many nights tossing and turning in my bed
Too many times I see your face and roll over again
Please Mister Sandman, bring me my dreams tonight
Take my hand down Cherry Lane
With ice cream castles and pink champagne
I wanna fly over mountain and valleys like them eagles do
I wanna dive like the fishes that are swishing in a blue lagoon
I wanna go to a land we never been before
Walk with me if you please, we could dream evermore
Oh Mister Sandman, won't you come to me
I could use some sleep, I could use your company
Mister Sandman would you visit me
Please Mister Sandman, bring me my dreams tonight
Take my hand down Cherry Lane
With ice cream castles and pink champagne
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Wolf van Elfmand Brooklyn, New York
Wolf van Elfmand makes songs and plays the guitar. His music explores genres within the realm of Americana from finger-picking country to good ol’ fashioned rock & roll. A live Wolf show is sure to make you smile, and possibly think, but not too hard
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