Sticky Fingers

The baby’s sleeping and things are steamin’
We’ll be up all night,
hopin’ for some sleep before the mornin’ light
The world it blends, with times that have come and gone again
Turn the buzz down way low, it’s back to the woods I go

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We’ll be in the shack, in the sugar shack
We’ll be makin’ steam, all night it seems
Fall into our bed, bubbling sweet running through our head
Sweet times a’linger, I’ve got sticky fingers

When that early morning comes, we’re back to the busy hum
The life of money runs us tired, we’ll think of that shack and the warm fire
The blood of trees, tinkling of that spring breeze
Keeping time ‘til we find our way, to the rolling bubble that ends each day

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The gift will move from door to door, maybe it’ll find its way to yours
With all the pleasure, you’ll find in that early spring weather
Ask me for some syrup and candy, keep a little in your pantry
You’ll put it on your bread and cakes, you’ll know its worth every hour it takes

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