Kinnie Starr 01. Grandma's Bicycle Lyrics:
Fourty days and fourty nights Have gone by without
a bird in sight Can't believe the emptyness of the
sky Can't believe the fumes of the cars As they
pass you by On the road to feed her all the seed
of gra... Of your grandma's bicycle Grandma's
bicycle

The soft feathers in the street Just precide the
sidewalk For some mad weed into an early street
Down down down to pick 'em up Put 'em in his
pocket I followed him About a, about a block And
inside he goes into the nearest stewartist shop

Goes like an indian, the feathers he sold Then
made some small coin and laughed at my face When
he told me what he told them When he told me what
he told them, he said: "I am through with
this old damn world and its overwhelming bad
taste" "I am through with this old damn
world and its overwhelming bad taste" "I
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am through with this old damn world and its
overwhelming bad taste" "I am through
with this old damn world and its overwhelming bad
taste"

And then he told me: "The star below your
eyes, You behave yourself and keep an open mind
The streets are full of treasures And you can
always find traces of birds The lovellyness they
leave behind I'm not the soar with them We are
the same kind Then many waved goodbye Floated up
above the cloud line"

Waved goodbye floated up above the cloud line
Waved goodbye floated up above the cloud line We
waved goodbye floated up above the cloud line

Fourty days and fourty nights Have gone by
without a bird in sight Can't believe the
emptyness of the sky Can't believe the fumes of
the cars As they pass you by On the road to feed
her all the seed of gra... Of your grandma's
bicycle Grandma's bicycle

***SaM***
Lyrics: 01. Grandma's Bicycle, Kinnie Starr [end]