The Underwood No. 5

Lead this old sheet from it’s stable
On the carriage we will ride
In a crescent bed forty-two steel heads
Lie in wait to mark its hide
Its body weighs an anchor
Yet at first touch we set sail
Up through the clouds and on to Heaven
Down to the sea and straight to Hell
Tell my mom, tell my son, tell my long lost love
All the things my tongue can’t confide
For the keys strike hard and fast and true
On the Underwood No. 5
The black paint is dull and faded
But the gold is strong and bright
The letters stood bold years before I was born
And shall beyond the day I die
Tell your father, tell your daughter, tell your sisters and brothers
All the things your tongue held inside
For the keys strike hard and fast and loud
On the Underwood No. 5
There’s nothing in this world that can’t be told
With the Underwood No. 5