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mountain rescue is here you see
Everybody comes home from the backcountry
I might kick a rock
It'll hit your head
Without mountain rescue
You would end up

Backcountry living
Dawn's approaching
Parallel grid line
Sun's rising
Put on the Ray-Bans drop it to fifth and
Make sure that music is playing
Ease back

anything it takes
From playin' my songs in them backcountry towns
To breakin' down along the way
Yeah Yeah
It's more than just a way of life
With the help

melody again?
Where is that backcountry friend I know?
She's gone
All gone
I was sitting by the playground
Little girl all dressed in white
She was

The Whaler's Dues

Jethro Tull

Rock Island

1989

whispers. 
Now pay the whaler's dues.
Can you forgive me?
(No!)

Now I'm old and I sit land-locked 
In a back-country jail
To reflect on all of my sins

Backcountry voodoo
 He's gonna love the likes of you
 A pinch of regret, a shake of hate
 Stir that pot girl, you just wait
 The devil works in idle minds
 So

flip it upside down
Gon spill a lil bit of what out
In the backcountry hitting pow pow
Oh kitten just kidding
Never just kidding when it comes to real

I still think about our road trips for two
Back-country camping spot we drove our canoe through the fog
And there's so many love songs that remind me

blinding
red glare. The bombs bursting in air.
One nation. Indivisible? The truth is when the back-country
learned of ratification the People had a coffin

the city on my back,country on my back
After this these niggas gon' wan' get me on their tracks
Yeah the kid is back,b myoy the kid is back
Tell your

the end we see a song
And like a little bit of hope
For everyone in doubt
Like a never breaking rope
Securing us far out
Like a small backcountry road
That

Sitting on a park bench
Another bridge collapses
And we're fucking tired
We walk the tracks for miles
Drivin' home
On an old backcountry road

People stay jacking all my shit
Get your own sound
I was in the backcountry
In the playground (Breh)
Hit that bitch from the back
Spend that money make it

the miracle
Of this day

In this simple backcountry stable
The Father's son, the savior is born
Born into this humble straw cradle
And now the world awaits

blinding
red glare. The bombs bursting in air.
One nation. Indivisible? The truth is when the back-country
learned of ratification the People had a coffin

to find God and me

A young man gon' campin' backcountry
I had to get away - need to breathe
Backstabbin' men feelin' like a snakebite
Hikin' all the venom

Let me take it backcountry bumkin style, 

Cause we like big trucks and backyards down in Alabama.

We like big trucks and backyards
We like big trucks

blue sky
G
Vivid sunshine
Em7
Backcountry hikes
Em7
Long backroad rides
G
Had my first kiss at sixteen
G
By the yellow daylilies

(repeat chorus)

G
If

Backcountry spitter it's frigid above the snow line
Grew up in the woods where hillbillies and trolls hide
Homelife in the wild where the old

Growing up in the backcountry of Southern California
My brother and I used to spend most of summers
Just playing around outside
Hiking, jumping,

away

One with Hoh white water stream
Holy mosses, churning green
One man camp in backcountry
Ceder trees for company

I've been sleeping on the beach