—Picked Fences—
"Cream colored apples growin' on the vine,"
Said the lizard to the magpie that did dine
On the cream colored tree, that was next to me
I could see the sun comin' up on out of the ground
And I was lookin' at the sun, which was skyward bound
Picked fences held the damns in
Picked fences locked us out
Picked fences kept them away
Picked fences made us shout
Picked fences never stopped us
Picked fences held us back
Picked fences would make peace
But then they would attack
I see a squirrel on a sycamore tree,
And I think that he's awaitin' for me
I see a squirrel on a sycamore tree,
And I think that he's awaitin' for me
Walkin' down a mirror road, I came upon a flea
He told me of his troubles, and how he killed a tree
Next to me, I could see the moon comin' up on out of the ground
And I was looking at the moon, which was skyward bound
Picked fences held the damns in
Picked fences locked us out
Picked fences kept them away
Picked fences made us shout
Picked fences never stopped us
Picked fences held us back
Picked fences would make peace
But then they would attack
credits
from Fish Drive Edsels,
released April 22, 2012
Picked Fences [1994/2012]
Music/Lyrics: Petunia-Liebling MacPumpkin
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