(C)

Well I found me on the road somewhere this morning
and someone said to Rootfest I was bound
but no one said take heed, or warning
just make the bottle last another round

And pass the Marijuana if ya wanna'
I wish that this weaving would slow down
the cars are like a train, moving in a chain
to where Jack comes bubbling from the ground

(D)

To the south of jeff a fire is burning
and rooting seems to be the only sound
but the rooting didn't fade
so smokey made his raid
and threw "the loudest yellers" in the pound

not to fear we'll have your bail tomorrow
and Madras is a very lovely town
excepting when it's late
and the jailer is your date
and not a valid reason can be found

(C)

And here we are we're one year older
but the rooting, or the laughing hasn't ceased
perhaps a little wise and somewhat bolder
'cause not yet a sign of the police

And if I tell you that I'm crying
because my foot is in a cast
or that I feel like I am dying
'cause last night my limit, I went way past

Or that I'm being chased by the furniture
and someone with a stick hit me on the knee
I'll get only one response of this I'm sure
dial 1-800-sympathy

(D)

And the years roll by and come to ten
so I pitched my tent into a mire
as I huddled in the damp
the voices in the camp
led to bodies steaming 'round the fire

To keep the tradition proud and saintly
some words we need to show our bliss
say it loud or gasp it faintly
we can get drunker than this

Did I hear last call for darkness
I guess that the night-time came and went
but fortunate for me, by morning-light I see
the wandering nature of my tent

Ahh, but it's still in a legal location
not like my neighbors to the east
three pickups and a tent, behind the posts it meant
ten dollars, just for rent apiece

(C)

In '85 some friends came up from Salem
and someone nearly fell into the fire
but to save him from that, we sacrificed his hat
and wondered all about his true desire

Well it looks like the aliens have landed
I can see them flashin' thru the trees
but with a second look, I think I have been took
I guess that the aliens are we

(D)

Jack Creek it seems is all but deserted
no rooters when the Sheriff makes his rounds
in an attempt to elude, Rootfest has moved
it's no wonder that our signs get torn down

Trailers, Winnebegos & buses
nothing from the ants must they fear
parked on level ground, away from their mounds
I wish that I was there and they was here

My granny told me never to go Ouzin'
you'll start with ooh, but end with oh!
so what is this I found, someone crawling on the ground
just a victim of this lawnchair rodeo

Morality can be quite elusive
it might be hidin' 'neath your chair
and as your chair gives out
it pinches off the doubt
and it's relievin' knowin' it's still there

(C)

Now the rugrats have inherited the campground
and the attitude a Rooter really needs
and while the old farts still drop by
they know they never would survive
3 days of Rootfest as it ought to be

For the bonfire runners still land in the embers
and the lawn chairs still receive their annual feed
all the kids have done us proud
"Root!" is still heard good and loud
from our Twilight Zone address deep in the green

(D)

Well this song it seems could go on forever
and I do not know how to slow it down
so I'll just stop and take a drink . . . .









More to come . . . .