I took a walk down in the park,
with my boots of leather and my face up in the snow.
It takes time to get away,
at fine fifteen so the cold came, squirting up my
toe.
I met Tom and Andrew in a Northern bar.
Pickin' as a chicken on an old guitar.
Another step down in the park.
Thats one small step for a man like me that moves
slow.
I took a seet on a wooden plate.
That's a giant leap for mankind coz I need to bow.
And while Tom Russell played a sing-along.
Andrew Hardin wrote a sadly song.
And that same road was coming over me.
On the same course, sailing away with me.
With a fist on a song goin' out to everyone.
That same road was coming over me.
I got my hands in a pare of gloves,
and my ears in a hat from sheeps that gave us wool.
All I hear are these words inside,
do right coz your mind is a temple inside your soul.
I had Tom Russell in my weary mind.
And Andrew Hardin was playing aside.
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I took a walk down in the park,
with my boots of leather and my face up in the snow.
It takes time to get away,
at fine fifteen so the cold came, squirting up my
toe.
I met Tom and Andrew in a Northern bar.
Pickin' as a chicken on an old guitar.
Another step down in the park.
Thats one small step for a man like me that moves
slow.
I took a seet on a wooden plate.
That's a giant leap for mankind coz I need to bow.
And while Tom Russell played a sing-along.
Andrew Hardin wrote a sadly song.
And that same road was coming over me.
On the same course, sailing away with me.
With a fist on a song goin' out to everyone.
That same road was coming over me.
I got my hands in a pare of gloves,
and my ears in a hat from sheeps that gave us wool.
All I hear are these words inside,
do right coz your mind is a temple inside your soul.
I had Tom Russell in my weary mind.
And Andrew Hardin was playing aside.
with my boots of leather and my face up in the snow.
It takes time to get away,
at fine fifteen so the cold came, squirting up my
toe.
I met Tom and Andrew in a Northern bar.
Pickin' as a chicken on an old guitar.
Another step down in the park.
Thats one small step for a man like me that moves
slow.
I took a seet on a wooden plate.
That's a giant leap for mankind coz I need to bow.
And while Tom Russell played a sing-along.
Andrew Hardin wrote a sadly song.
And that same road was coming over me.
On the same course, sailing away with me.
With a fist on a song goin' out to everyone.
That same road was coming over me.
I got my hands in a pare of gloves,
and my ears in a hat from sheeps that gave us wool.
All I hear are these words inside,
do right coz your mind is a temple inside your soul.
I had Tom Russell in my weary mind.
And Andrew Hardin was playing aside.