C Dm That's when Wendell Gee takes a tug G G7 Em G Upon the string that held the line of trees C Dm Behind the house he lived in G G7 He was reared to give respect Em G F But somewhere down the line he chose C Em F To whistle as the wind blows F C G C Whistle as the wind blows, with me {same as before} He had a dream one night That the tree had lost its middle So he built a trunk of chicken wire To try to hold it up But the wire, the wire turned to lizard skin And when he climbed inside F C Em F There wasn't even time to say F C G F Goodbye to Wendell Gee C Em F So whistle as the wind blows C G C (second time through, play F ) Whistle as the wind blows, with me C Em F If the wind were colors C G F And if the air could speak C Em F Then whistle as the wind blows C G C Whistle as the wind blows