Tom Johnston
Well, I’m worried
Snake man’s on my trail
Oh, Lord, I’m worried
Snake man’s on my trail
And I only come outside
To pick up all the U.S. mail
A black eagle
Flies through my back yard
A black eagle
Flies through my back yard
Perches on my window
Lord, what a fearsome sight
Bows and flows of angel hair And ice cream castles in the air Feather cannons…
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