Wacky

Wacky, tobaccy, makes me feel so nice
Wacky, tobaccy, it makes everything right
I got a habit of it
But it's too late to quit
Gotta kick this habit of it
Shit

Wacky, tobaccy, makes me feel so good
Wacky, tobaccy, oh, I know I should not
Make a habit of it
But it's too late to quit
Gotta kick this habit of it
Shit

A swan appeared and I took a deep breath
As the swan sang to me the song of my death
I started to cry as the bird sang its song
It taught me the words and I sang along (wacky)
You see all through time and all over the earth
And it showed me my life from my death to my birth
And it taught me the truth, and told me a secret
One it said it was so sacred no man could speak it



Credits
Writer(s): Odetta Hartman
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