Tom T. Hall - Whittler Lyrics (From “Natural Dreams”)
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… Continue
Added by J.J. Smith III on June 12, 2009 at 1:30 —
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