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Where I Get It From Lyrics

My daddy was shy, he lived in Cheyenne
He turned as red as I've ever seen a man
And his skin was thick, and he was hard as a brick
And just couldn't talk to no one
And that must be where I get it from

My uncle worked in a plutonium mine
His job was to set up the dynamite
And he got too close to a charge underground
And all of his feelings went numb
And that must be where I get it from

Kiyay, yippee eiyo

My mama was ten feet tall
She wasn't afraid of nothing at all
And she said her prayers properly and all
She swore on a grave and a gun
And that must be where I get it from

Great-grandad went mad, he was totally tweaked
He wore the same suit every day of the week
And I asked how it feels to be such a freak
And he said, "You tell me, son"
And that must be where I get it from

Kiyay, yippee eiyo

Dad's little hands sat in his lap
Like a couple of crabs who got caught in a trap
And he shook my hand from so far away that
He looked like a spot on the sun
And I guess that's where I get it from
And I guess that's where I get it from
And I guess that's where I get it from
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It should be "My Daddy was shy, and he lived in Cheyenne"

and "She swore on a grave and a gun"

and "Dad's little hands sat in his lap"

Anyway, I see this a basic folky song with conjured family members to explain why the singer is the way he is. He's thick-skinned, can't talk to anyone (very well), generally numb, unafraid, mad, a freak, and distant, all due to his relatives. You can tell this is an older song of Elliott's, as the writing style is unlike anything he wrote in his professional career. Still a great song, fun to play, and any new Elliott Smith song is like a lost treasure.

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