Paroles: The Free Design. My Brother Woody.

Hikin? a football between his knees
runnin? to catch a pass
Climbing up the friendly trees,
fallin? in the grass
My brother Woody.

Singin? a song and playin? guitar
laughin? at every goof
Tryin? to touch the morning star
from the toolshed roof
My brother Woody

Don?t go away and leave the lights on
Curtain strings don?t get yanked
Gotta watch out for Mom "the Bomb"
Be good enough not to get spanked
My brother Woody