Sign-up FREE! View Cart Login
HyperLink
3 Online
 
 
Song Details
Rank this week: 76 (↑5)
Duration:
Release Date:
Lyrics By:
Music By:
Produced By:
Released By:
Published By:
Licensing:
Keywords:
Reviews:
Facts:
Song Lyrics:
One time when I's growin' up -- it was when I's a kid --
There was nothin' to do at home so I called up on a friend an' said
Let's pack us a box lunch an' go down to the Nishnabotna an' go swimmin'.
An' maybe look for some toads.

My friend said he thought that's a good idea
'Cause he didn't have nothin' to do either an' he was outta toads.

So we packed up our box lunches an' we started out a-walkin',
An' we come to a big iron bridge which was five miles from town
Where we observed a big sign which says West Nishnabotna.
I says, "This here's the place, an', an' now if we could just find some toads
An' go for a good swim, we could have fun all day
Doin' nothin', just loafin' around in the creek."

We jumped into that dirty water an' I thought we might be able to swim in it,
But we quickly discovered that we could not even begin to dog-paddle in it.
Be-because right where we was, the Nishnabotna was only
Four-an'-a-half inches deep.
So we wound up a-crawlin' along down on all fours in it,
Through the mud an' beer cans an' yucky things an' old pieces a' cars.

We went past a bunch a' fenders an' a couple a' Plymouth hubcaps,
When we come to a place where we thought there might be some toads.
When we was surprised by a farmer who told us to get on out of there
An' to never come back or he'd call up the sheriff an' have us put into jail
For the rest of our natural-born lives with nothin' to eat
But bread an' water so we'd starve.

But time passes by real quickly when you're havin' fun,
So we ran through the fenders and the mud to the bridge again.
But when we got back there we sadly discovered that the sun had been out
And our backs was all blistered so bad we had to lay flat on our bellies
For two weeks in bed which made us sick to our stomachs
An' we didn't care about nothin' anymore.

It just ain't too good for your livers to go swimmin' in that river.
You can get cut up pretty bad in there an' there ain't too many toads.

There's nothin' but, There's nothin' but mud in there
An' there's all kinds a' crud, an' it's layin' all over the place
So you'd better watch out.

If you wanna get sick, just go crawlin' around in that creek.
There's a whole lot a' bad things that can happen to you.

No, it ain't, No, it ain't good for your liver to hunt toads
In that river. The West Nishnabotna is the creek of my childhood.
(trainman786)
HyperLink  
Current Rating 8.0 (2 votes)
Song Images:
Messages about the song: "Nishnabotna"
 
 
Enter a New Message
Message:
RadEditor - HTML WYSIWYG Editor. MS Word-like content editing experience thanks to a rich set of formatting tools, dropdowns, dialogs, system modules and built-in spell-check.
RadEditor's components - toolbar, content area, modes and modules
   
Toolbar's wrapper  
Content area wrapper
RadEditor's bottom area: Design, Html and Preview modes, Statistics module and resize handle.
It contains RadEditor's Modes/views (HTML, Design and Preview), Statistics and Resizer
Editor Mode buttonsStatistics moduleEditor resizer
 
 
RadEditor's Modules - special tools used to provide extra information such as Tag Inspector, Real Time HTML Viewer, Tag Properties and other.
   

 

 
Song samples are provided for information purposes only and are intended to enable the users to sample the music (as they are in very low quality) before they take the decision of purchasing the music. This right is expressly permitted under "Fair Use" as nonprofit educational purposes only. The ownership of the copyright of the songs rests with the respective owners.

Home - News - Forums - Features - Shows - Songs - Artists - About - Friends - Blogs - Search - Help
© 2004-2019 Mad Music Productions, LLC, all rights reserved. Portions are Copyright by their respective copyright holders.