TALKIN' THROUGH TIN CANS

When I was in the fort, Mikey was in the bushes
With binoculars that folded up and a homemade wooden sword
Sworn to be the lookout for enemy forces
Like our sister and her best friend Paula Ford

     You had to listen hard
     But when we stretched that string across the yard

          We were talkin' through tin cans
          And filling in what we couldn't hear
          Talkin' through tin cans
          We understood each other loud and clear
          When I used the secret code of spies
          He knew I needed him by my side
          And we mad plans
          Man to man
          - Talkin' through tin cans

He was my best man when I married my high school sweetheart
And I called to cry on his shoulder when she got sick last year
My wife died in my arms, and I needed my brother
I got him on the line, and I whispered in his ear

     With nothing left to say
     I knew he'd make the flight home right away

          We were talkin' through tin cans
          And filling in what we couldn't hear
          Talkin' through tin cans
          We understood each other loud and clear
          When I used the secret code of spies
          He knew I needed him by my side
          And we mad plans
          Man to man
          - Talkin' through tin cans

          Talkin' through tin cans
          Talkin' through tin cans

              Written by Jeff Stewart and Bill Warrington
              Copyright 2006 Blue Clover Music (ASCAP) / Bill Warrington Music (BMI)
              DOC - 6/3/6