Lyrics Walk Quietly By (Live at 12 Bar) - Bert Jansch
                                                Walk 
                                                quietly 
                                                by, 
                                                he 
                                                won't 
                                                bother 
                                                you
 
                                    
                                
                                                He's 
                                                    a 
                                                busy 
                                                man, 
                                                he's 
                                                got 
                                                things 
                                                to 
                                                do
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                day 
                                                long 
                                                he's 
                                                happy 
                                                in 
                                                his 
                                                world
 
                                    
                                
                                                Picking 
                                                up 
                                                the 
                                                leaves
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cleaning 
                                                up 
                                                his 
                                                own 
                                                back 
                                                yard
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                summer 
                                                heat, 
                                                in 
                                                winter 
                                                snow
 
                                    
                                
                                                You'll 
                                                find 
                                                him 
                                                picking 
                                                up 
                                                the 
                                                papers 
                                                that 
                                                people 
                                                throw
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                day 
                                                long 
                                                he's 
                                                happy 
                                                in 
                                                his 
                                                world
 
                                    
                                
                                                Picking 
                                                up 
                                                the 
                                                leaves
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cleaning 
                                                up 
                                                his 
                                                own 
                                                back 
                                                yard
 
                                    
                                
                                                There's 
                                                no 
                                                rhyme 
                                                nor 
                                                reason, 
                                                walking 
                                                the 
                                                streets 
                                                of 
                                                this 
                                                wide 
                                                world
 
                                    
                                
                                                Can't 
                                                find 
                                                anything 
                                                to 
                                                rest 
                                                this 
                                                troubled 
                                                mind
 
                                    
                                
                                                Please 
                                                help 
                                                me 
                                                    I 
                                                keep 
                                                asking
 
                                    
                                
                                                Everybody's 
                                                so 
                                                busy 
                                                that 
                                                they 
                                                wont 
                                                stop
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                got 
                                                to 
                                                keep 
                                                on 
                                                moving, 
                                                to 
                                                rest 
                                                this 
                                                troubled 
                                                mind
 
                                    
                                
                                                He 
                                                dosn't 
                                                care, 
                                                nor 
                                                does 
                                                he 
                                                know
 
                                    
                                
                                                Of 
                                                the 
                                                outside 
                                                world 
                                                that 
                                                comes 
                                                and 
                                                goes
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                day 
                                                long 
                                                he's 
                                                happy 
                                                in 
                                                his 
                                                world
 
                                    
                                
                                                Picking 
                                                up 
                                                the 
                                                leaves
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cleaning 
                                                up 
                                                his 
                                                own 
                                                back 
                                                yard
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                walk 
                                                quietly 
                                                by, 
                                                he 
                                                won't 
                                                bother 
                                                you
 
                                    
                                
                                                He's 
                                                    a 
                                                busy 
                                                man, 
                                                he's 
                                                got 
                                                things 
                                                to 
                                                do
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                day 
                                                long 
                                                he's 
                                                happy 
                                                in 
                                                his 
                                                world
 
                                    
                                
                                                Picking 
                                                up 
                                                the 
                                                leaves
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cleaning 
                                                up 
                                                his 
                                                own 
                                                back 
                                                yard.
 
                                    
                                
                            1 Summer Heat (Live at 12 Bar)
2 Curragh of Kildare (Live at 12 Bar)
3 Walk Quietly By (Live at 12 Bar)
4 Come Back Baby (Live at 12 Bar)
5 Blackwaterside (Live at 12 Bar)
6 Fresh as a Sweet Sunday Morning (Live at 12 Bar)
7 Morning Brings Peace of Mind (Live at 12 Bar)
8 The Lily of the West (Live at 12 Bar)
9 Kingfisher (Live at 12 Bar)
10 Trouble in Mind (Live at 12 Bar)
11 Just a Dream (Live at 12 Bar)
12 Blues Run the Game (Live at 12 Bar)
13 Let Me Sing (Live at 12 Bar)
14 Strolling Down the Highway (Live at 12 Bar)
15 A Woman Like You (Live at 12 Bar)
16 Instrumental (Betts Dance) (Live at 12 Bar)
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