The Hillbilly Hiker
Stinkin’ of DEET and overworked feet in socks that ain’t had a washin,’
I’m hikin’ a while for 2000 mile; it’s nasty and tough – I ain’t joshin’.
The skeeters and bugs and them bears like the rugs and small critters that run through the lean-to,
the heat, cold and rain and the aches and the pain make me cuss when I don’t even mean to.
But I ain’t complainin’, just frankly explainin’ how this ain’t the fun I was thinkin’,
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