paper and pen: i read the little poem that you left in the kitchen
papers and pens, hand in hand from the lake to the station
papers and pens- needles of pine all rustle impatient
lift high the wine and whiskey; think this medicines' makin me frisky

oh, medicine pills- write a little song on my cousin's guitar
medicine pills- got a new thing but it done make a difference
medicine soul- all among the thankful, who wouldnt miss it?
you wont try and i wont listen
its probably just the medicine

paper and pen: i read the little poem that you left in the kitchen
papers and pens, hand in hand from the lake to the station
papers and pens- needles of pine all rustle impatient
lift high the wine and whiskey; think this medicines' makin me frisky