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Trees will hold on to their roots
Hikers marching with their boots
We can all cry for the lost
But what good is some wood if you ain’t got an axe?
To chop chop chop, chop chop chop

Lost in the woods again
Almost out of my rations
Pull back a bow and let it fly
Arrows across the sky

The hawk stood over a dead deer in the street
He looked around and said “this is all for me”
Stretched his wings and licked his beak
What good is a fire if you don’t have a match?
To chop chop chop, chop chop chop

Lost in the woods again
Almost out of my rations
Pull back a bow and let it fly
Arrows across the sky
The clouds they part so nice

Out on a raft
Can’t swim the best
Sailing all alone
So far from home

Here in this cove
It’s overall
Is the earth that big
Or am I that small

Lyrics by Mike Chick

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from Could Eat, Would Sleep, released April 20, 2018

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