tryin every night To hold ya near me But I'm tellin you It aint easy Ever since I been Ridin, right on the Subway Train You can hear the whistle blowin
s mile and the radio crackles And the bones bleached white It's a knock 'em down storm See the tin roof shake Wild dog howls and the long grass whistles
. You forgot, I bet you that it left your head. You know what? I bet you I know what day this is, 'cause I've got the calendar marked in red. Blow your whistles
! Enough is enough! (If this is Heaven ah'm bailin out) If this is Heaven ah'm bailin out Ah caint tolerate this ol tin-tub So fulla trash and rats! Felt
Ernie! Ernie! I've discovered something FANTASTIC! Listen ... (CLINK) Ernie: That's fantastic, Bert! Bert: Yeah, yeah! That's ME hitting this tin can
Jenny, Jenny you don't know the nights I hide Below a second story room to whistle you down The man who's let to divvy up, time is a miser He's got a
Whistle, midnight screaming Cross a squeaking trestle Lonesome whistle Hobo, tin cup, drink up Bedroll, good ol' hobo Where did they all go Gone but
died of fright And Sergeant Preston of the Yukon Is proud 'cause he's done it again He got his man, you can hear him say "Who needs Rin Tin Tin" He
little sheep dog and an old milk cow Yeah the old home place is an old barn now It's ashes to ashes... dust to dust... thatched roof to tin roof... and tin
see That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more But tobacco in a tin whistle sure
see That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me Well, it's many a day I've traveled a hundred miles or more But tobacco in a tin whistle sure
lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me Well, it's many a day I've traveled a hundred miles or more But tobacco in a tin whistle sure I never saw
a minstrel band Of children in their witches hats Painting pictures with pipes of pan A young boy and his sister Played upon a whistle made of tin And
hear that She'd been betrayed. She was hurt; She needed help. He was only twelve, but he gave Her all he could: scraps of paper and tin cans and even
road to nowhere fast I flagged down a ride, next thing I know we're haulin' ass I turned to the scarecrow, to the lion, to the tin man I said "
As the sun goes down on the Arizona plain And the wind whistles by like a runaway train It's a beautiful thing Well, it's me and you in a flatbed truck
91 Bout a mile below the surface and the warm kentucky sun The late shift was ending and the early shift was late. The foreman ate his dinner on a dirty tin
reason One day you catch a train Oh, you never leave the station Everything you do Oh, everything you do You do for me Now you can make believe on your tin whistle
