The Bullhead Boat-Art Thieme

[ti:The Bullhead Boat] [ar:Art Thieme] [al:On the Wilderness Road] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.68]I was sleepin' in a line barn [00:02.83]And eatin' beans and hay [00:04.66] [00:05.19]And the boss kicked my starn [00:07.03]Every night and every day [00:08.92]I hired out canawling [00:10.35]As a horny hand of toil [00:12.32] [00:12.86]Drivin' mules that kept a-squaling [00:15.05]Along the towpath's smelly soil [00:17.61] [00:18.23]Oh my feet raised corns and blisters [00:20.44] [00:20.99]And the mules they raised a stink [00:23.67]They roolled my feeling threw me [00:25.31]Plumb into the smelly drink [00:27.34] [00:27.88]I thought I'd quit canoe [00:29.34]And the boss he thought so too [00:31.63]Said treasure hang the dig and ball [00:33.49]Or go rolling your own canoe [00:35.63] [00:36.28]Well I was drying on the toal path [00:38.63]Watching boats go up and down [00:41.21]Shivering from the first good bath [00:43.29]That I had since I held town [00:46.07]When a boat polling to the basin [00:48.34]To the wood dock for the night [00:50.55]And I lost no time [00:51.87]I hasten around the bridge [00:53.38]To bomb a bite [00:54.44] [00:55.10]Oh they filled me up [00:56.32]With beans and shote [00:57.77]And lighted me up a cob [00:59.92]They asked if I could steer a boat [01:01.97]And they offered me a job [01:03.50] [01:04.11]Next morning I was hosted [01:06.09]Up to the cabin's roof [01:07.94] [01:08.45]By the tiller there I roosted [01:10.04]And I watched that driver hoof [01:12.37] [01:12.95]Oh the boat she was a Bullhead [01:14.93]Both decked up to the cabin's top [01:17.08] [01:17.59]And many canawlers now are dead [01:19.70]Who had no time to drop [01:21.47] [01:22.13]When the captain he forgot to yell [01:23.98]Low bridge ducker down [01:26.11]The Bullhead steersman went to Hell [01:28.15]With a bridge bashing's crown [01:30.05] [01:30.68]Well we were loaded up [01:31.63]With Star Brand salt [01:33.56]And the Cap was loaded too [01:35.39] [01:35.91]Now I can't say [01:36.85]That was all his fault [01:37.85]'Cuz what's a man to do [01:39.91]The bridge was only a heave away [01:42.49]When I saw her around the bend [01:45.05]To the cap a word I couldn't say [01:47.12]While tumbling end over end [01:49.07] [01:49.72]So canawlers take my warning [01:51.56]Never steer a Bullhead boat [01:53.47] [01:54.03]They'll find you some sad morning [01:55.78]In the old canawler's float [01:57.66] [01:58.17]Do all your navigating [01:59.73]In a line barn filled with hay [02:02.51]And the bridge you won't be hating [02:04.41]And you'll live till Judgement Day [02:06.36]The Bullhead Boat - Art Thieme