Malcomb Wood

1. Maybe it's the climb back home
Maybe it's your voice on the telephone
Maybe t's the fear an' trembling, who knows it's how it goes
Kinda like Eisenhower, kinda like stacks at flour
Kinda like rain on words written in love.

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There's a song, that'll make you cry
There's an Indian Warrior, waving goodbye
There's a Ford and Buick, then there's a Chevrolet
There's a way that we should, there's a bad
And then there's a good
There's a man and his name is Malcomb Wood.

2. Maybe it's the smell of the gasoline
Maybe it's the memory of the whiskey
Maybe it's the grace of Shiva, or Krishna cryin', Jesus dying
Kinda like a famous actor
Kinda like a storyteller
Kinda like grease on some words written in love.

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3. Maybe it's the vibe on the trail
Maybe it's the painting on the wall
Maybe it's the wall or the ceilig, or the ceiling fan from Japan
Kinda like a millionaire
Kinda like a forty-seven dollars he shared
Kinda like tears on some words written in love.

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