Widespread Panic

Widespread Panic - Holden Oversoul lyrics

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The Original Lyrics File 
     Brian Whitman 


The screen door to the farmer's porch
To the back porch to the backlands
Is never left closed

A new air pushed a full wind
That brought worlds on through
That only he could know

As the last of November passed
His new life with his new wife
She said she was feeling a little cold

The ghost of a clown just danced in and
Did a few tricks and danced out again
Warming a farmer's soul

Summer was all there was
We were working breathing heat
'Till rising out of control

Along came a breeze
Wrapped our heads and around our spines
Cool air off a burning floor

The morning's breaking woke us long enough
We were sure we could see
The whole of some older birds
Riding to the ground on the falling leaves
Riding to the ground on some falling leaves
One last time
One last time
To feed
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Publisher: Nugs.net

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Released in: 2008

Language: English

Appearing on: Miss Kitty's Lounge (2022) , Sunday Show 3/24/2019 (2020)

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