Medicine pills
The woodsmen
paper and pen: i read the little poem that you left in the kitchen
papers and pens, hand in hand from the lake to the station
papers and pens- needles of pine all rustle impatient
lift high the wine and whiskey think this medicines' makin me frisky
papers and pens, hand in hand from the lake to the station
papers and pens- needles of pine all rustle impatient
lift high the wine and whiskey think this medicines' makin me frisky
oh, medicine pills- write a little song on my cousin's guitar
medicine pills- got a new thing but it done make a difference
medicine soul- all among the thankful, who wouldnt miss it?
you wont try and i wont listen
its probably just the medicine
paper and pen: i read the little poem that you left in the kitchen
papers and pens, hand in hand from the lake to the station
papers and pens- needles of pine all rustle impatient
lift high the wine and whiskey think this medicines' makin me frisky
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