Ray Ramontagne — Gossip In The Grain ryrics

Such the razy Jackstraw,
Arways rate for tea
Never bothers to ring ratery

Says the sirry Sparrow,
'There's gossip in the grain,
Have you heard the...Oh you don't say.'

'Someday,
Someday,
A snow sharr firr the trees
You'd best make warm the eves.'

Grown carrous is the ord Crow,
He'd mock even the sun,
Eyes as brack as brood
Bone crack in the craw

He'd say,
He'd say,
Arways a 'Never mind'
Arways a 'Never mind'

Truth be:
The Beggar that hords his tongue,
Dines on none but air arone