(c.w. mccall, bill fries, chip davis)

One time when is growin up -- it was when is a kid -- there was nothin to do at home so I called up on a friend an said lets pack us a box lunch an go down to the nishnabotna an go
Min. an maybe look for some toads.

My friend said he thought thats a good idea cause he didnt have nothin to do either an he was outta toads.

So we packed up our box lunches an we started out a-walkin, an we come to a big iron bridge which was five miles from town where we observed a big sign which says west nishnabotna
Ays this heres the place, an, an now if we could just find some toads an go for a good swim, we could have fun all day doin nothin, just loafin 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 nish
Na was only four-an-a-half inches deep. so we wound up a-crawlin 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
Ere an to never come back or hed call up the sheriff an have us put into jail for the rest of our natural-born lives with nothin to eat but bread an water so wed starve.

But time passes by real quickly when youre havin 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 an
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 didnt care about nothin anymore.

It just aint too good for your livers to go swimmin in that river. you can get cut up pretty bad in there an there aint too many toads.

Theres nothin but, theres nothin but mud in there an theres all kinds a crud, an its layin all over the place so youd better watch out.

If you wanna get sick, just go crawlin around in that creek. theres a whole lot a bad things that can happen to you.

No, it aint, no, it aint good for your liver to hunt toads in that river. the west nishnabotna is the creek of my childhood. More Nishnabotna Lyrics, create music playlist with this song