I didn't want to be that man, wanted to be that white sand. The burning edge of edens land, pure geography. Un-countable pieces of me. Brilliant lyrics.
I followed a little stream of whiskey to your door I stand here wondering if there’s more Would you make me a pallet on your floor Been down, been down for nothing at all Got no kind of nothing at all, and nothing ain’t nothing at all Saw a picture of white sand, with a woman and a man Walking hand in hand into the sea I didn’t want to be that man, wanted to be that white sand The burning edge of Eden land, be pure geography With uncountable pieces of me.
This song and location is special. Thanks Chester. RIP Gabba
I didn't want to be that man,
wanted to be that white sand.
The burning edge of edens land, pure geography.
Un-countable pieces of me.
Brilliant lyrics.
I followed a little stream of whiskey to your door
I stand here wondering if there’s more
Would you make me a pallet on your floor
Been down, been down for nothing at all
Got no kind of nothing at all, and nothing ain’t nothing at all
Saw a picture of white sand, with a woman and a man
Walking hand in hand into the sea
I didn’t want to be that man, wanted to be that white sand
The burning edge of Eden land, be pure geography
With uncountable pieces of me.
great video. saw/heard you at mariposa years ago. Bravo.
Love this.
love this!
Love it
Haha! Too cool!
this one even has a fiddle but I keep getting into the lyrics.
weird
poetry eh??
is that the Knot?
Fo'c'sle!
@@chrisluedecke love your music
0:42 Mitt Romney.
Damn, that girl looked like Taylor Swift at the start
Anyone else click because they thought this was a cover of the far superior doc watson little streams of whiskey?
Dont you mean the Burnett and Rutherford tune from 1926? 🙄 Dang these young fellers trying new things.