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C. W. McCall

Nishnabotna

 

Nishnabotna

(Album: Rubber Duck - 1976)


One time when I's growing up it was when I's a kid there was nothing 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 swimming. An' maybe look for some toads"

My friend said he thought that's a good idea 'cause he didn't have nothing to do either an' he was outta toads

So we packed up our box lunches an' we started out a-walking, 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 doing nothing, just loafing 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-crawling 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 nothing to eat but bread an' 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 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 nothing anymore

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

There's nothing but, there's nothing but mud in there an' there's all kinds a' crud, an' it's laying all over the place so you'd better watch out

If you wanna get sick, just go crawling 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

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