I thought I heard that pea vine whistle blow;
I thought I heard that pea vine whistle blow.& It's blowin just like my baby's gettin on board
D'jever do the milk run way out on that old pea vine line?
It's the road to ride if you want 2 ease a troubled mind.
(Instrumental with China cymbals, trompettes made from
thighbones of the deceased, Tibetan bass hornettes, drum,
& c. & c.)
You know I cried last night, but I don't wanta cry no more;
Yes, I cried last night but I ain't gonna cry no more.
'Cause when I change my way of livin I won't be cryin no more.
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