I'm just an old yout, with a cane made of root   And a dog with a nasal disease   I sit when it's breezing, my dogs always sneezing   I swear it's the voice of Louise      Why do you do when you don't have a clue   And the only thing doing is nothing at all   'Cept wait for night fall when the will of the wind has its way in the grass on a summer's day      And the rope ends that hung above layers of dung had little on all sides but air   In the buzzing dry wheat that wisps my bare feet, I step on my doggies despair      Why do you do when you don't have a clue   And the only thing doing is nothing at all   'Cept wait for night fall when the will of the wind has its way in the grass on a summer's day      I'm just an old yout, with a cane made of root   And a dog with a nasal disease