R.E.M. - Fables Of The Reconstuction : Wendell Gee
 

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Fables Of The Reconstuction



Wendell Gee





That's when Wendell Gee takes a tug



Upon the string that held the line of trees



Behind the house he lived in



He was reared to give respect



But somewhere down the line he chose



To whistle as the wind blows



Whistle as the wind blows, with me







He had a dream one night



That the tree had lost its middle



So he built a trunk of chicken wire



To try to hold it up



But the wire, the wire turned to lizard skin



And when he climbed inside



There wasn't even time to say



Goodbye to Wendell Gee



So whistle as the wind blows



Whistle as the wind blows, with me







If the wind were colors



And if the air could speak



Then whistle as the wind blows



Whistle as the wind blows