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The Bicycle Trip - Bruce Cockburn
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The Bicycle Trip Bruce Cockburn

The Bicycle Trip - Bruce Cockburn
[Verse 1]
Drift along
Hear the gravel crackle
Butterflies
Shades of the eternal dancer
God has buttered the land with sunlight
Sunlight

[Verse 2]
Corn grows high
Like a tall Watusi
Katydid
Hums a monotonous tune
Rather hypnotically
Hmmmmmm

[Bridge]
Overhead there's a parrot with boxing gloves
Singing like me
What a clever bird
Even knows the words
But he doesn't seem to see
Me
Making my great escape
You can just take so much of your own advice
Who needs a king
Sitting in a tree
So loquaciously
Pigeonholing everything
Pigeons have a way of taking wing
-ing wing
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