Boxcar Fair - Little Tybee

I think I’ll get to walking

I’ve got some things to figure out

The path that I have chosen

Is walking every roundabout

Somebody listen to my voi, voice

It’s low in octave, but it’s a noise

My heavy pin is shakin'

Stabbin' into everywhere

The fibers cannot take it

I think I need a heavy comb

Somebody listen to my voi, voice

It’s low in octave, but it’s a noise