Small Town, Witchy Problems
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The pastor's wife watched my basket at the Dollar Tree
I bought black candles, sea salt, and chamomile tea
The cashier asked if I was doing spells tonight
I said, "I'm makin' tea and sleepin' just fine"
Small town, witchy problems and everybody's keepin' score
I mind my business daily while they're peekin' through the door
They call me strange for sage and for the moon I adore
Small town, witchy problems, but I'm not knockin' on their door
The neighbor complained that my incense drifted east
I cracked a window, waved, and then I let it cease
The sheriff slowed down when my porch lights changed to red
He saw the pumpkins glow and simply nodded his head
Small town, witchy problems and everybody's keepin' score
I mind my business daily while they're peekin' through the door
They call me strange for sage and for the moon I adore
Small town, witchy problems, but I'm not knockin' on their door
The Hick-O-A sent a letter about my broom on the rail
It said the porch is tidy, but the broom should stay inside the mail
I wrote them back kindly, and I wished them a good night
I said the broom stays handy in case of sudden flight
I do not hex the neighbors, and I do not curse the town
I plant rosemary by the gate to keep the gossip down
Small town, witchy problems and everybody's keeping score
I mind my business daily while they're peekin' through the door
They call me strange for sage and for the moon I adore
Small town, witchy problems, but I'm not knockin' on their door
I chalk a little sigil where the threshold meets the floor
I keep a jar of salt and keep a bell beside the door
I brew a pot of kindness when the rumors start to rise
I let the steam roll out, and I watch the nonsense die
The church bake sale whispered that my pies could cast a spell
I entered one for charity, and it sold out rather well
The coach at the gas pump said my tarot looked untrue
I said, "The cards read honest, and the mirror might read too"
Small town, witchy problems, but my circle's holding strong
I live in peace and practice, and I sing my own true song
Call me strange for sage and for the moon I adore
Small town, witchy problems, and I'm not knockin' on your door
The stars hang steady
And the crickets keep the time
The night is mine and gentle
And everything is fine
I bought black candles, sea salt, and chamomile tea
The cashier asked if I was doing spells tonight
I said, "I'm makin' tea and sleepin' just fine"
Small town, witchy problems and everybody's keepin' score
I mind my business daily while they're peekin' through the door
They call me strange for sage and for the moon I adore
Small town, witchy problems, but I'm not knockin' on their door
The neighbor complained that my incense drifted east
I cracked a window, waved, and then I let it cease
The sheriff slowed down when my porch lights changed to red
He saw the pumpkins glow and simply nodded his head
Small town, witchy problems and everybody's keepin' score
I mind my business daily while they're peekin' through the door
They call me strange for sage and for the moon I adore
Small town, witchy problems, but I'm not knockin' on their door
The Hick-O-A sent a letter about my broom on the rail
It said the porch is tidy, but the broom should stay inside the mail
I wrote them back kindly, and I wished them a good night
I said the broom stays handy in case of sudden flight
I do not hex the neighbors, and I do not curse the town
I plant rosemary by the gate to keep the gossip down
Small town, witchy problems and everybody's keeping score
I mind my business daily while they're peekin' through the door
They call me strange for sage and for the moon I adore
Small town, witchy problems, but I'm not knockin' on their door
I chalk a little sigil where the threshold meets the floor
I keep a jar of salt and keep a bell beside the door
I brew a pot of kindness when the rumors start to rise
I let the steam roll out, and I watch the nonsense die
The church bake sale whispered that my pies could cast a spell
I entered one for charity, and it sold out rather well
The coach at the gas pump said my tarot looked untrue
I said, "The cards read honest, and the mirror might read too"
Small town, witchy problems, but my circle's holding strong
I live in peace and practice, and I sing my own true song
Call me strange for sage and for the moon I adore
Small town, witchy problems, and I'm not knockin' on your door
The stars hang steady
And the crickets keep the time
The night is mine and gentle
And everything is fine
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:05.79] The pastor's wife watched my basket at the Dollar Tree
[00:11.62] I bought black candles, sea salt, and chamomile tea
[00:17.56] The cashier asked if I was doing spells tonight
[00:23.37] I said, "I'm makin' tea and sleepin' just fine"
[00:29.45] Small town, witchy problems and everybody's keepin' score
[00:35.06] I mind my business daily while they're peekin' through the door
[00:40.90] They call me strange for sage and for the moon I adore
[00:47.17] Small town, witchy problems, but I'm not knockin' on their door
[00:57.53] The neighbor complained that my incense drifted east
[01:03.50] I cracked a window, waved, and then I let it cease
[01:09.37] The sheriff slowed down when my porch lights changed to red
[01:15.25] He saw the pumpkins glow and simply nodded his head
[01:21.33] Small town, witchy problems and everybody's keepin' score
[01:27.00] I mind my business daily while they're peekin' through the door
[01:32.95] They call me strange for sage and for the moon I adore
[01:38.81] Small town, witchy problems, but I'm not knockin' on their door
[01:48.77] The Hick-O-A sent a letter about my broom on the rail
[01:54.71] It said the porch is tidy, but the broom should stay inside the mail
[02:01.36] I wrote them back kindly, and I wished them a good night
[02:06.88] I said the broom stays handy in case of sudden flight
[02:12.99] I do not hex the neighbors, and I do not curse the town
[02:18.87] I plant rosemary by the gate to keep the gossip down
[02:26.40] Small town, witchy problems and everybody's keeping score
[02:32.13] I mind my business daily while they're peekin' through the door
[02:38.01] They call me strange for sage and for the moon I adore
[02:44.11] Small town, witchy problems, but I'm not knockin' on their door
[02:54.28] I chalk a little sigil where the threshold meets the floor
[03:00.10] I keep a jar of salt and keep a bell beside the door
[03:06.05] I brew a pot of kindness when the rumors start to rise
[03:11.95] I let the steam roll out, and I watch the nonsense die
[03:18.45] The church bake sale whispered that my pies could cast a spell
[03:24.25] I entered one for charity, and it sold out rather well
[03:30.28] The coach at the gas pump said my tarot looked untrue
[03:36.12] I said, "The cards read honest, and the mirror might read too"
[03:41.92] Small town, witchy problems, but my circle's holding strong
[03:47.53] I live in peace and practice, and I sing my own true song
[03:53.88] Call me strange for sage and for the moon I adore
[03:59.73] Small town, witchy problems, and I'm not knockin' on your door
[04:07.20] The stars hang steady
[04:09.92] And the crickets keep the time
[04:13.03] The night is mine and gentle
[04:16.18] And everything is fine
[04:18.78]
[00:11.62] I bought black candles, sea salt, and chamomile tea
[00:17.56] The cashier asked if I was doing spells tonight
[00:23.37] I said, "I'm makin' tea and sleepin' just fine"
[00:29.45] Small town, witchy problems and everybody's keepin' score
[00:35.06] I mind my business daily while they're peekin' through the door
[00:40.90] They call me strange for sage and for the moon I adore
[00:47.17] Small town, witchy problems, but I'm not knockin' on their door
[00:57.53] The neighbor complained that my incense drifted east
[01:03.50] I cracked a window, waved, and then I let it cease
[01:09.37] The sheriff slowed down when my porch lights changed to red
[01:15.25] He saw the pumpkins glow and simply nodded his head
[01:21.33] Small town, witchy problems and everybody's keepin' score
[01:27.00] I mind my business daily while they're peekin' through the door
[01:32.95] They call me strange for sage and for the moon I adore
[01:38.81] Small town, witchy problems, but I'm not knockin' on their door
[01:48.77] The Hick-O-A sent a letter about my broom on the rail
[01:54.71] It said the porch is tidy, but the broom should stay inside the mail
[02:01.36] I wrote them back kindly, and I wished them a good night
[02:06.88] I said the broom stays handy in case of sudden flight
[02:12.99] I do not hex the neighbors, and I do not curse the town
[02:18.87] I plant rosemary by the gate to keep the gossip down
[02:26.40] Small town, witchy problems and everybody's keeping score
[02:32.13] I mind my business daily while they're peekin' through the door
[02:38.01] They call me strange for sage and for the moon I adore
[02:44.11] Small town, witchy problems, but I'm not knockin' on their door
[02:54.28] I chalk a little sigil where the threshold meets the floor
[03:00.10] I keep a jar of salt and keep a bell beside the door
[03:06.05] I brew a pot of kindness when the rumors start to rise
[03:11.95] I let the steam roll out, and I watch the nonsense die
[03:18.45] The church bake sale whispered that my pies could cast a spell
[03:24.25] I entered one for charity, and it sold out rather well
[03:30.28] The coach at the gas pump said my tarot looked untrue
[03:36.12] I said, "The cards read honest, and the mirror might read too"
[03:41.92] Small town, witchy problems, but my circle's holding strong
[03:47.53] I live in peace and practice, and I sing my own true song
[03:53.88] Call me strange for sage and for the moon I adore
[03:59.73] Small town, witchy problems, and I'm not knockin' on your door
[04:07.20] The stars hang steady
[04:09.92] And the crickets keep the time
[04:13.03] The night is mine and gentle
[04:16.18] And everything is fine
[04:18.78]