In the House of Tom Bombadil - Nickel Creek

I'm going down to the house in the woods See my little darling I'm going down, out in the fields With summertime coming And oh, my love, what can I do What can I do but love you? For the rest of my days, the rest of my nights What can I do but love you, babe? Summertime falls on the house in the woods Back by the power lines I ain't got a neighbor for nine or ten miles Back in the tall pines And hey, now, baby, what can I do? What am I gonna do but trust you? The rest of my nights, the rest of my days What can I do but love you, babe? Hey, now, baby, what can I do? What am I gonna do but love you? The rest of my days, the rest of my nights What could I do but love you, babe?

Life is whittled Life's a riddle Man's a fiddle that life plays on When the day breaks, and the earth quakes Life's a mistake all day long Tell me, who gives a good gooddamn You'll never get out alive Don't go dreaming Don't go scheming A man must test his mettle In a crooked ol' world Starving in the Belly Starving in the Belly Starving in the Belly of a whale Starving in the Belly Starving in the Belly Starving in the Belly of a whale Dan't take my word Just look skyward They that dance must pay the fiddler Sky is darkening Dogs are barking But the caravan moves on Tell me who gives a good gooddamn You'll never get get out alive Don't go dreaming Don't go scheming A man must test his mettle In crooked ol' world Starving in the Belly Starving in the Belly Starving in the Belly of a whale Starving in the Belly Starving in the Belly Starving in the Belly of a whale As the crow flies It's there the truth lies At the bottom of the well E-o-leven goes to heaven Bless the dead here as the rain falls Don't trust a bull's horn A doberman's tooth A runaway horse or me Don't be greedy, don't be needy If you live in hope you're Dancing to a terrible tune Starving in the Belly Starving in the Belly Starving in the Belly of a whale Starving in the Belly Starving in the Belly Starving in the Belly of a whale

You can't have diamonds made of gold You stop from getting old You can't put everyone you've loved into a single car And you can only go so far, but you can have me But you deserve to see the way that you want to be Mm, but I have fallen You can't have 700 wives You can't decide who lives, or why the universe exploded You can't have constant happiness Can't rebuild forgotten bliss or mountaintops eroded But you can have me But you deserve to see the way that you want to be Oh, when I walked into your room I was so scared that you would see all the nervousness surrounding me But now I know I was the fool for starting every single sentence in my head with "we" You can't have everything you want, or even sometimes what you need, even if you need it desperately But, apple blossom, if I could, I'd carve a shuttle out of wood, and fly us out beyond the breeze All alone except for stars, I would wonder how you are, the most beautiful of things But you can have me But mhm, you deserve to see the way that you want to be Mhm, but I have fallen

Oh Bob, in the rain, all the pains, of the day. No joy, no hope, no mates, no job, oh Bob. He walks along, falls down, into a puddle, oh soggy Bob. But then a Lizard, a little Lizard, comes to him, Says 'Its gonna be alright Bob, its gonna be alright Bob' Its gonna be alright Bob.

My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun You better run My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun It started with the hayloft a-creakin' Yeah, it just started in the hayloft With his long johns on, Pop went a-creepin' Out to the barn, out to the hay Young lovers and they are not sleeping Young lovers in the hayloft With his gun turned on, Pop went a-creepin' Out to the barn up to the hay My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun You better run My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun Hayloft Hayloft My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun You better run. My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun It started with the hayloft a-creakin' Yeah, just started in the hay With his long johns on, Pop went a-creepin' Out to the barn, out to the hayloft Young lovers with their legs tied up in knots Young lovers with their legs tied up in knots With his long tall gun, Pop went a-creepin' To blow their hayloft bedheads straight off My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun You better run My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun You better run My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun Hayloft Hayloft Hayloft