whittle

And thank God you're a country boy"

Well, my daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle

Taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle

Sneaking in licks like a tongue-slinger

I can ribbit and whittle your health away with every elemental

But you already lost half from this rock instrumental

And the grass is a little bit blue

Cuttin' wood for the whittle of it, out in the middle of the country

In a country house with you, you, ooh-ooh

from a long branch elbow

I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin'

Black Crow 16 shells from a thirty-ought-six

Thank God I'm a country boy

My daddy's taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle

He taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle

a little

lets whittle the way to the core now

ya packin' a Glock

My hatchet is so big, Compared to me I'm little

And if you send me wooden pics With my hatchet, I'll whittle

Don't push me, I'm too close to the edge

And soon the creatures of the forest called him "Whittlin' Man".

Yeah, he whittled all day and he whittled all night,

He whittled, whittled, whittled everything in sight,

Oh, you can shine me up

You can whittle me down

But, oh, what's underneath

Don't bargain at martyr parliament rallies

Where participants squeeze your last giggle then whittle sacrificial finalies

I can tie my new faces alone, save your knee deep offerings

Ord's on the guitar Ross on the fiddle

We come here to party and not spit and whittle

While the moon is shining bright

'Cause only simple men can see the logic in whatever

Smarter men can whittle down 'til you can fit it on a sticker

Get it stuck like mud and bugs to names that set the standard

it's kind of non-commital

it says come hither, baby, but then he's hard wood to whittle

it says it don't mean a thing, but still, somebody does

We have a chemistry, I'm aware

But I go there and whittle it down in the end

I'm the one you wanna move on from

Tim Finnegan rising in the bed

Saying "Whittle your whiskey around like blazes

T'underin' Jaysus, do ye think I'm dead?"

And pass slowly (It's time for a change)

And whittle me down ('Cause things feel out of touch)

Then render me lonely (I'll watch you walk away again)

You'll be a pile of shavings when they put you in your grave

If you trim yourself to fit the world, you'll whittle yourself away

♪

Of this once-opulent atrium

Whittled down the poplar shafts

Where needed, gently bending flat

The stepping stone

To whittle away to get me home

Travel far to bed the floor

She knows I love her a lot not a little

I'm just a stick that she likes to whittle

I got a heart and she's in the middle of it

I I I I

I'd buckle up whittle down all the

Pals I make

I'll be a hobo's son surely all my days

Whittle out the hours with a memory for my brain

Carve the hand of a Sally dear hoping her to find

For once, devotion is enough

But the walk you whittle, another dream, another drink

Over in the basement, not an inch between

Beauty and the beastmode address this shit with elegance

Dark Magician Girl bout to whittle down your life points

I don't give a fuck about Brutus and his knife points

'Cause I'm tired of all these pilgrims, these puritans, these thieves

Of all these unbelievers who whittle love down at the knees

Let these swift roads destroy themselves