Laura Veirs - Chimney sweeping man lyrics

I'm a chimney sweeping man

You see the black lines

On the backs of my hands

I planted all the gardens

I sent off all the hand-typed letters

To the empty shells on high

How i want to make things better

Maybe you thought i'd be president

With my cheshire grin, high iq

And charming baby blues

Well i'm a lowland forest resident

With lime in the outhouse

And black grime for tattoos

I try to make things better

I try to make things mine

I write a lot of letters

To pass the time

I pulled three hundred rocks

From the land to build my house

I walk quiet through the forest

Like a tiny quiet forest mouse

I'm a chimney sweeping man

You see the black lines

On the backs of my hands