Eliza Lynn

 

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eliza@elizalynn.com

PO BOX 202

Elsah, IL  62028

     

 

 

  

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Wild Turkey

03:53
written by Eliza Lynn (Civility Records)

Story

Eliza: vocals  Bob Willoughby: piano  Grant Cuthbertson: bass   Teal Brown: drums

 

So I worked at a silent retreat center in Spring Creek, NC for a summer as the kitchen manager.  I was headed down the mountain toward Hot Springs, on the curvy, wooded 209, when I met a wild turkey on the road.  Not an unusual occurrence, but this time, I started singing to it.  After the party, I drove home to Asheville and the rest of the song was written.  Whenever I run into a wild turkey, I do my best to pull over and sing (at least a couple bars) of this song. They never seem to mind.

Lyrics

Wild Turkey, whatcha doing?

You flap your wings all day.

Wild Turkey, ain’t you leaving?

Standing there you getting in my way.

 

Wild Turkey, you done spent

The last of my good sense

So Wild Turkey, take your damn crooning

Over somebody else’s fence.

 

Chorus:

 

Cause you a Wild Turkey flying low and so

I’m asking you to get on out,

Done been your time to go.

You a Wild Turkey, gobbling up my food

I been as sweet as pie to you

But I ain’t nobody’s fool.

 

Verse

 

Wild Turkey, I been dreaming

Bout some peace in this old head

Wild Turkey, what are you scheming?

Ain’t no way you getting in my bed.

 

And Listen Turkey, whatcha doing?

You flap your wings all day?

Wild Turkey, weren’t you leaving?

You might be dinner, if you stay.

 

Chorus