Where It's At

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Where it's at

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Where it's at

He's a man who knows most everything

Of anything at all

Tells a story of psychology

And his story never falls

He's a man who wears a portobello yellow bill-bob hat

He's a man who knows exactly where it's at

He's a man who draws illusions

And he carves them on a tree

Including all the love he found

He gives to you and me

And I don't even know his name

But I surely promise that

He's a man who knows exactly where it's at

Roaming around from place to place

He takes in all that he sees

He notices the good things that please him

He watches all the bad things that grieve him

But he loves everybody and he knows just where it's at

He was born of Gypsy parenthood

And he's always lived the land

And if people who would talk to him

Just cannot understand

But no matter what they say of him

They'll always tell you that