Snake In The Woodpile

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There’s a snake in the woodpile, he won’t go away.
There’s a snake in the woodpile, he’s here to stay.
Reach in for the kindling, he’s gonna bite you one day.

His forked whispers into my ear,
And I wake with a fever and full of fear.
Yeah that old brown snake, is getting longer each year.

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I travelled the world and the seven seas,
Rode a hundred trains and I flew right through the breeze,
And that mean old snake keeps a following me.

I climbed a mountain on high to see what I could see
But when I got to the top, I fell down on my knees.
I saw fields of rye and that old apple tree.

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Years go by, I think he’s gone for good,
No head nor tail to be seen in the wood,
But then the sound of hissing drifts through the neighbourhood.

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