| Song | Chimney Sweeping Man |
| Artist | Laura Veirs |
| Album | Carbon Glacier |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Veirs | |
| 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 pass 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 |
| zuo ci : Veirs | |
| 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 handtyped 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 pass 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 |
| zuò cí : Veirs | |
| 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 handtyped 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 pass 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 |