Tom T. Hall "Whittler" |
(Tom T. Hall) At an old country store on the outskirts of town He sat on the porch with his feet on the ground With a stick of red cedar and a sharp Barlow's knife He whittled and talked of a whittler's life. He said when you whittle you don't make a thing A whittle can't dance and a whittle can't sing A whittle don't hurt and a whittle don't help A whittle ain't nothin' but whittlin' itself. One whittle's a whitt and two whitts a whittle It's the same on both ends as it is in the middle The same to the wood as it is to the knife A whittle's a riddle it's a little like life. Well, a whittle don't care about heaven or hell Don't care how it looks and don't care how it smells It's a thing you can't do if you think it's a thing It's the end of a circle and the start of a ring. Well he sits there and whittles and the shavins' pile up Back to the earth and then back to the dust He said what have I done if I've whittled all day Time would have whittled itself anyway. One whittle's a whitt and two whitts a whittle It's the same on both ends as it is in the middle The same to the wood as it is to the knife A whittle's a riddle it's a little like life. He said here watch me whittle and he whittled a whitt He reared back and laughed and leaned over and spit He said let me say one more thing fore you go I don't even know what it is I don't know. One whittle's a whitt and two whitts a whittle It's the same on both ends as it is in the middle The same to the wood as it is to the knife A whittle's a riddle it's a little like life... Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |