Lyrics Boxcar Fair - Little Tybee

Boxcar Fair

I think I’ll get to walking
I’ve got some things to figure out
The path that I have chosen
Is walking every roundabout
Somebody listen to my voi, voice
It’s low in octave, but it’s a noise
My heavy pin is shakin'
Stabbin' into everywhere
The fibers cannot take it
I think I need a heavy comb
Somebody listen to my voi, voice
It’s low in octave, but it’s a noise