Laura Veirs - Chimney Sweeping Man lyrics

I'm a chimney sweeping man You see the black lines On the backs of my hands I planted all the gardens I sent off all the hand-typed letters To the empty shells on high How i want to make things better Maybe you thought i'd be president With my cheshire grin, high iq And charming baby blues Well i'm a lowland forest resident With lime in the outhouse And black grime for tattoos I try to make things better I try to make things mine I write a lot of letters To pa** the time I pulled three hundred rocks From the land to build my house I walk quiet through the forest Like a tiny quiet forest mouse I'm a chimney sweeping man You see the black lines On the backs of my hands