Wherever my hat can be hung
that’s always where I have to go.
There I take it easy and slow.
I sing the songs that need be sung.
That’s always where I had to go
to spend the days when I was young
Running wild kicking at the dung
Frittering in fields to and fro.
There I took it easy and slow
as content as a fly in dung
Flinging where I need to be flung
letting wind blow as it will blow.
I sing the songs that need be sung
tunes that give me an easy flow
that’s the secret of how to grow
Singing from the depths of the lungs..
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Interesting style - nice retro feel -
Love the last phrase!
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