Vic chesnutt

Everything i say

Vic chesnutt
the barn fell down
since i saw it last
it's rubble now
well so much for the past

everything that i say
does me this'a way
everything,
every little thing i say
does me this'a way

some call her a thief
and some people call her a prophet
but her courage is brief
brief as little, little miss muffet

everything that i say
does me this'a way
everything,
every little thing i say
does me this'a way

she wanted to
be an inventor
but nothing new
was all she could muster

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