I sweat as I run
She's walking down the hill
She says "you won't go far"
I get a sudden chill
In the heat of the sunny track
An old smile that might just kill
A bucket and a cutting tool
She's making me feel ill
Red band, and a crooked hat
Worn out denim to match
Red band, and a crooked hat
She appeared form a magic hatch
Thirty kilos, a lot to carry
Up Linton hills under the sun
Sergeant tells you to hurry
She's smirking at your guns
In the heat of the dirty track
Crooked smiles that might just kill
A bucket and a cutting tool
She's making you lose the will
Red band, and a crooked hat
Worn out denim to match
Red band, and a crooked hat
She appeared form a magic hatch
The Underbellies - The Witch of Linton Lyrics
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I sweat as I run
She's walking down the hill
She says "you won't go far"
I get a sudden chill
In the heat of the sunny track
An old smile that might just kill
A bucket and a cutting tool
She's making me feel ill
Red band, and a crooked hat
Worn out denim to match
Red band, and a crooked hat
She appeared form a magic hatch
Thirty kilos, a lot to carry
Up Linton hills under the sun
Sergeant tells you to hurry
She's smirking at your guns
In the heat of the dirty track
Crooked smiles that might just kill
A bucket and a cutting tool
She's making you lose the will
Red band, and a crooked hat
Worn out denim to match
Red band, and a crooked hat
She appeared form a magic hatch
She's walking down the hill
She says "you won't go far"
I get a sudden chill
In the heat of the sunny track
An old smile that might just kill
A bucket and a cutting tool
She's making me feel ill
Red band, and a crooked hat
Worn out denim to match
Red band, and a crooked hat
She appeared form a magic hatch
Thirty kilos, a lot to carry
Up Linton hills under the sun
Sergeant tells you to hurry
She's smirking at your guns
In the heat of the dirty track
Crooked smiles that might just kill
A bucket and a cutting tool
She's making you lose the will
Red band, and a crooked hat
Worn out denim to match
Red band, and a crooked hat
She appeared form a magic hatch
Writer: Pietro Cariga
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