Sit & Whittle Lyrics

Cornfields and windmills paint the picture of the plains

Wind is hot, rain won't stop, weather's never tame

Since a kid I've always seen what the mountains they can bring

Put me on a bus, send me on a train

And now I'll sit and whittle

While I listen to that fiddle

Playin' that good ole song about leaving town

My thumb's in the air and I'm headed west bound

Whiskey's in my pocket, girts are in my shirt

Put on your traveling shoes, i've been here since birth

Creeks are dry, so's the sky, the symbols are intact

Sun still shines on the mountain line, I'm headed there in fact

And now I'll sit and whittle

While I listen to that fiddle

Playing that good ole song about leaving town

My thumb's in the air and I'm headed west bound

My bag's rolled up, so's the smoke, I'll hitch from here to there

Pull over to the side of the road if you got an empty chair

One way or another I'll smell the crisp, clean air

Flowing through my fingers, blowing through my hair

And now I'll sit and whittle

While I listen to that fiddle

Playing that good old song about leaving town

My thumb's in the air and I'm headed west bound

And now I'll sit and whittle

While I listen to that fiddle

Playing that good old song about leaving town

My thumb's in the air and I'm headed west bound