Ponderosa pine Makes me pine and ponder, wonder and opine About the time About the purple Black Hills South Dakota thunder blues While I'm heavily grounded in my Fluevog shoes
So I sing these blues Thoroughly soaked with some reddish hues It's music for the living Words for the dead and it's quarter note triplets for the tears that our parents bled
I discovered art, when I saw your face An abundance of lovingly crafted words From your heart with wings And your mouth that sings And the fear that you hide and what that fear brings
From California, to istanbul And those silver little thoughts, that sound so cool Near your ear can your hear This long transmission from my busted short wave radio gear
You have got a heart with wings You have got a soul that sings
Ancient battles, killed the land They made Sitting Bull sit, but he stood like a man And his blood flows in the smoke that I smoke When Black Elk speaks, they were words I spoke
You have got, a heart with wings You have got, a soul that sings
That thursday, I clipped my hunter's gun, And I watched its silver bullets melt in the sun Like the wax from the fake angel's wings You're the one yeah you're the real thing
You have got, a heart with wings You have got, a soul that sings You have got, a heart with wings You have got, a soul that sings