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Tue 30 Aug, 2005 07:26 pm
I'm sitting here thinking about it...its like...all that swampland to myself, the everpresent mosquitoes and the croaking of the bullfrogs...this is the place for me. What do you think?
Check the elevations against anticipated rise in sea level due to global warming and storm surges? You might want pontoons under your ol housetrailer.
i could picture you as the american crocodile dundee
By the way, alligators sound just like real big bull frogs.
and taste just like chicken
You might be able to get a great deal on some swampland in Louisiana. It's called New Orleans.
courtesy of vic chesnutt
Florida
Florida, Florida, the redneck riviera
Florida, Florida, there's no more pathetic place in America
yes a man must make unpopular decisions, surely from time to time
and a man can only stand what a man can stand
it's a wobbly volatile line
Florida, Florida, the water table is fucked
Florida, Florida, there's no more perfect place to give it all up
a man must take his life in his own hands
hit those nails on the head
and i respect a man who goes to where he wants to be
even if he wants to be dead
Florida, Florida, its a tropical paradise
Florida, Florida, theres no more perfect place to retire from life
I always thought it tasted a bit like lizzerd, dj.
which, funnily enough, tastes like chicken
Everglades by Treat Her Right
He was a nice young man from Jacksonville
Yes, a nice young man, not the kind to kill
But a jealous fight and a flashing blade
Sent him on the run through the Everglades
Now he's runnin' like a dog
Runnin' like a dog
Runnin' like a dog
He's just runnin' like a dog through the Everglades
Well they chased him in, and they came back out
They said "He'll die, there ain't no doubt.
An eye for an eye, that's a debt that's paid,
Man can't live in the Everglades!"
He's just runnin' like a dog
Runnin' like a dog
Runnin' like a dog
He's just runnin' like a dog through the Everglades
Well, a man can run, and never be found
Have no fear from the baying of the hounds
Better keep movin' and don't stand still,
If the skeeters don't get you then the gators will
Well the years went by and his girl was wed
And his family gave him up for dead
But now and then, the injuns would say
"Seen him runnin' through the Everglades"
He's just runnin' like a dog
Runnin' like a dog
Runnin' like a dog
He's just runnin like a dog through the Everglades
Awooooo
Well he never heard the news on the radio
He was deep in the 'glades, so he'll never know
His running and hiding didn't make much sense
Because the judge ruled it was self-defense
Still he's just runnin' like a dog
Runnin' like a dog
Runnin' like a dog
He's just runnin' ...
Yeah, you all laugh, but Phoenix told me she could sell me a good-sized piece of land down there...cheap!
Geez, soz, I thought there was something in that song about
Slippin' through the bog like a slimey frog.
Me too!!!
I haven't found that version yet, but thanks for validating my vague recollection, I thought I just had it wrong.
Rollin through the trees like a ---- breeze too I think.
(We sang this with great gusto in 6th grade or so.)