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  1. The Whittler

From the album Down To My Soul

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Rob Heath - Drums, shaker, woodblock
Matt Clohesy - Bass
Kate Vargas - Acoustic guitar, lead and background vocals
Dan Siegler - Clavinet, tambourine, programming
Kyle Evans - Banjo, background vocals

Lyrics

Got my pocket knife
Got my, got my sugar pine
Gonna carve a riddle
Gonna carve it in the middle of the night
The middle of the night

Can’t do nothing good
‘Til I got me something to drink
Just a little something
Papa give me one last quart
Of Texas Tea

Of wooden trains and walking sticks
My summer afternoons are spent
Beside the Desert Willow fence just whittling away

Sharpen up my blade
Fresh, freshen up my drink
Worry ‘bout tomorrow
When the morning comes to take me
Go on and take me

Satisfaction means
Carving what you’ve heard and seen
Whittling the nitty-gritty
From a simple memory

Of wooden trains and walking sticks
My summer afternoons are spent
Beside the Desert Willow fence just whittling away

My weathered arms and splintered palms
Prepare to pare and tame beyond
Restlessness. Beyond restlessness
Beyond time

Got my pocket knife
Got my, got my sugar pine
Gotta sit and live with what I did
but, even if I’m found,
They won’t take me down

Of wooden trains and walking sticks
My summer afternoons are spent
Beside the Desert Willow fence
just whittling away