We'll drink horse bark root beerand sit on your back stairsand I'll whisper in your hairin the summer airin the summer airAnd the sweat will roll down our backsand we'll follow animal tracksto a tree in the woodsand a hole in the leaves we'll seethe bright baby eyes of a chickadeehow will I knowhow will I knowhow will I knowhow will I knowAnd the sweat will roll down our backsand we'll follow animal tracksto a tree in the woodsand a hole in the leaves we'll seethe bright baby eyes of a chickadeethe bright baby eyes of a chickadee
