The Whistler and the Bell The Whistler and the Bell Comes whistling his strange sweet song Folks all call him good for nothin' Maybe so, but just the same He somehow gets along A-sittin' where it's shady He seems to waste each live long day But the way that he explains it He says, Lord, but life is sweet I'll last a while this way He ain't got much of nothin' His cares he's left behind But he's got somethin' greater That thing called peace of mind The Whistler and the Bell Goes whistling his strange sweet song Let folks call him good for nothin' He don't care, he's happy there And who can say he's wrong? And who can say he's wrong?
