One time when I was growin' up it was when I was a kid there was nothin' to do at home so I called up one of my friends and said, "let's pack us a box lunch and go down to the Nishnabotna and go swimming and maybe look for some toads" my friend said he thought that's a good idea 'cos he didn't have nothin' to do either and he was out of toads
So we packed up our box lunches and we started out a-walkin' and 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 and, now if we could just find some toads and go for a good swim we could have fun all day doin' nothin', just loafin' around in the crick"
We jumped into that dirty water and 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 because right where we was the Nishnabotna was only 4 1/2 inches deep so we wound up a-crawlin' along down on all fours in it through the mud and beer cans and yucky things and old pieces of cars
We went past a bunch of fenders and a couple of Plymouth hubcaps and 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 and never come back or he'd call up the sheriff and have us put into jail for the rest of our natural born lives with nothin' to eat but bread and water so we'd starve
But time passes by real quickly when you're having 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 so blistered so bad we had to lay flat on our bellies for two weeks in bed which made us sick to our stomachs and 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 and there ain't too many toads there's nothin' but mud in there and there's all kinds of crud and it's layin' all over the place so you better watch out
If you wanna get sick just go crawlin' around in that crick there's a lot of bad things that can happen to you
No, it ain't good for your liver to hunt toads in that river the West Nishnabotna is the creek of my childhoodTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
