Re: [at-l] Spinning the Springer hits

[rhymworm@mindspring.com]

This was one of my favorites during my 97 hike:

(Sung to the Don Henley tune . . .)

Nobody on the Trail
Beneath the oak and beech.
I hear 'em in the air
But they're just out of reach.
Empty shelters, tent flaps zipped, hear them whine and drone
I'm tearing down the path, but they won't leave me alone ...

REFRAIN
I can see you,
Yer red welts bleedin' in the sun
You got yer socks pulled up, that
Deep Woods Off on, ... baby
I can tell you
This walk of ours can still be fun
After the bugs of summer are done

Out on the Trail today
I saw a blackfly sitting on a horsefly's back
Little voice next to my ear said
"nnnnnNNNNNNNnnnnn....nnnnNNNNNNN"
Til I gave it a whack.
Thought I knew what bugs were
How could I know?
And when I take my boots off
they bite between my toes ...

REFRAIN
I can see you,
Yer red welts bleedin' in the sun
You got yer socks pulled up, that
Deep Woods Off on, ... baby
I can tell you,
This walk of ours can still be fun,
After the bugs of summer are done


--Rhymin' Worm





>Dilettant Datto here spinning the hits you know from the 70's,
>80's and today.
>
>Here's a tune goin' out to all you men sufferin' from Springer
>Fever. Okay now put that Sunday drumstick down because I want
>y'all to clap your hands together! That's it! You got it. Women
>help up the men over there. Woo hoo! Give it up for Springer Funk
>Railroad singin' one of their greatest hits...
>
>She don't cost a whole lots 'a money
>She does better than the trunk of a car.
>She's got everything that a man could want
>Well almost all (!) a man could ask for.
>
>Now, I don't have to run around
>I don't have to sleep alone all night.
>'Cause I got me a sweet, a sweet lovin' carry on
>And she knows just how to treat me right.
>
>Well my backpack, she's all right.
>Well my backpack, she's clean out of sight, don't you know that
>she's a 
>
>She's some kind 'a wonder full.
>She's some kind 'a wonder full. Yes she is, she's a
>She's some kind 'a wonder full. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...
>
>When I hold her in my arms
>You know, she sets my soles on fire.
>Ooo, when my backpack tugs on me
>My heart becomes filled with desire.
>
>When she straps her lovin' belt around me
>It 'bout tires me out of my mind.
>Yeah, when my backpack hitches me 
>Chills run up and down my spine.
>
>Well my backpack, she's all right
>Uh, my backpack, she's clean out of sight, don't you know that
>she's a
>
>She's some kind 'a wonder full.
>She's some kind 'a wonder full. Yes she is, she's a
>She's some kind 'a wonder full. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...
>
>Datto

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