The Music Machine

I got me a complication And it's an only child Concernin' my reputation As something more than wild I know it serves me right But I can't sleep at night Have to hide my face Or go some other play-ay-ay-ay-ay-ace I won't cry out for justice Admit that

Hear the whistling song carry the hills rolling along I would whistle the chant, I would if I could but I can't And the wind is taking the song up through the trees singing it wrong It would whistle the chant, it would if it could but it can't Everyb

Hey Joe, where you goin' with that gun of your hand Hey Joe, I said where you goin' with that gun in your hand, oh I'm goin' down to shoot my old lady You know I caught her messin' 'round with another man Yeah, I'm goin' down to shoot my old lady You

Hey, Halright Sometimes dreamin' I'm in here schemin' on you Collectin' headers With nothin' better to do Memory is everywhere Love and you is in my hair And eyes Maybe with the time and place A look will come upon your face Of surprise. When you see