Put the chair against the handle
In the window light a candle
When you're smoking up the chimney slowly

The wind it blew the slates off
Your prayers float through the foxglove
Grip the iron bedpost quickly

We watch them carry the coffin
From the house down to the river
They recited come away from the well

At the gathering the whole room it fell silent
It heckled and grew violent
I stood at your back
Deep breath, hay stack

You're a business man
Wrapped in a kaftan
It's all you'll ever be
Go count your money
I'm a painter, you're a framer

Wear a warm coat
It gets cold out there
Out at the bunkhouse

Prayers float through the foxglove
Prayers float through the foxglove

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The Bunkhouse song meanings
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