Lyrics:
Paper mache and telegraph poles
Things go dead in the night
Make enough noise to make enough noise
To make you want to jump with fright
You holy cow
The telegraph pole knows where
It knows where you live
You holy cow
I'll get it to take me there
And shout abuse at your window
You Holy Cow
The telegraph pole knows where
It knows where you live
You Holy Cow
I'll get it to take me there
And shout abuse at your window
1,2,3,4
We're gonna have to reap from some seed that's been sowed
And the birds up on the wires and the telegraph poles
They can always fly away from this
somebody climbin' up a telegraph pole
If you find a new lump in your sugar bowl
Baby it'll be me, I'll be looking for you
I'm gonna look in
somebody climbin' up a telegraph pole
If you find a new lump in your sugar bowl
Baby it'll be me, I'll be looking for you
I'm gonna look in
have to pay what's owed
We're gonna have to reap from some seed that's been sowed
And the birds up on the wires and the telegraph poles
They can
head like a telegraph pole
Id fly away and be a bat
Across the air I would roll
Stepping like a tightrope walker
Putting one foot after another
Wearing
Well, if you see somebody climbin' up a telegraph pole
If you find a new lump in your sugar bowl
Baby, it'll be me
Yeah, I'll be lookin' for you
somebody climbin' up a telegraph pole
If you find a new lump in your sugar bowl
Baby it'll be me, I'll be looking for you
I'm gonna look in
see somebody climbin' up a telegraph pole
If you find a new lump in your sugar bowl
Baby it'll be me, I'll be looking for you
I'm gonna look in
somebody climbin' up a telegraph pole
If you find a new lump in your sugar bowl
Baby it'll be me, I'll be looking for you
I'm gonna look in
somebody climbin' up a telegraph pole
If you find a new lump in your sugar bowl
Baby it'll be me, I'll be looking for you
I'm gonna look in
hanging on the pole
When I saw what happened
Don't take that man away
It was not his fault
Telegraph poles are good for climbing
But don't touch the live
and South,
To the East And to the West
I will be like the wind my love,
For I will know no rest 'till I return to thee
1, 2, 3 telegraph poles,
Standing
somebody climbin' up a telegraph pole
If you find a new lump in your sugar bowl
Baby it'll be me, I'll be looking for you
I'm gonna look in
tongue
'Cause I know what is waiting
For me
Telegraph poles and the station to station suffice
Platforms blur when we're moving
I find the straight lines
strung him up and now he's gone
Here lies John Heath
he didn't had enough speed
they catched him with Mary and Paul
they hanged them from a telegraph
hanging on the pole
When I saw what happened
Don't take that man away
It was not his fault
Telegraph poles are good for climbing
But don't touch the live
THE RAILWAY CHILDREN
When we climbed the slopes of the cutting
We were eye-level with the white cups
Of the telegraph poles and the sizzling wires.
And how the song makes you feel
Angels are born with souls, not goals
Devils always search for the high
So beautiful birds sing from telegraph poles
the dusty farmyard
My mast was the telegraph pole
The windblown whine in the telegraph wire
Was the sound called in my soul
And it seemed to have been
and stares down the road
Through the heat and the crickets
And the telegraph poles
Out in the darkness
Hank's Blue Highway calls
And she just stops
lookin' for you And if you see somebody climbin'
up a telegraph pole If you find a new lump in your
sugar bowl Baby it'll be me,
I'll be looking for you I'm
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