Whoodlin’, doodlin’, deedlin’, duck
First I come free and then I got plumb stuck
Oh, what I wouldn’t do for a pickup truck
And a little bit of company
With my face in the dirt and my feet in the sky
I could have sworn that I owned me a piece of the pie
But a piece of the picture got caught in my eye
And the rest is just a history
Whoodlin’, doodlin’, deedlin’, deee
I’m gonna climb to the top of some fine-feathered tree
I’m gonna fill up my boots for to follow my feet
I’ll walk around like a moose just a shootin’ the breeze
I knew a man who would whistle when he blew through his nose
I saw a dog fight a thistle but you know how that goes
Like an army of ants running over your toes
Making tiny, itchy colonies
I was told to make friends with a two-by-four
So I framed up a window and I framed up a door
But when I got people over they all fell through the floor
And so I’m back to being lone-a-ly
Whoodlin’ duck, wheedlin’ deee
I’ve been a lord of the flies and a slave to the fleas
I scraped most of the skin off of both of my knees
I made a meal of a pickle in a real tight squeeze
Whoodlin’, doodlin’, deedlin’, deee
I’m gonna climb to the top of some fine-feathered tree
I’m gonna fill up my boots for to follow my feet
I’ll walk around like a moose just a shootin’ the breeze
credits
from honky/tinker,
released April 19, 2013
Jared Klok: acoustic guitar, vox
Jake Nicoll: drums, bass, vox
Darren Browne: mandolin
Alison Corbett: fiddle
Introspective pop songs with transcendent melodies offer a joyful meditation on staying present in a world that often moves too fast. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 16, 2023