Black Fly Season Blues

Black Fly Season Blues

(sung to the tune of Folsom Prison Blues by Johnny Cash)

I hear the black flies buzzing, they're swarming round my tent,

and I've been out of bug spray, since I don't when.

I'm stuck in black fly season, and getting feasted on.

But those suckers keep on biting, the whole way to Gorham.

When I was just a baby, my Momma told me "Son,

Always wear your head net, and put some bug spray on".

But I swatted ten in Conway. Just to watch them die.

When I feel the suckers biting, I hang my head and cry.

I bet there's rich folk dining, up in a mountain hut.

They're probably watching croo skits, and sleeping in warm bunks.

But I'm down in black fly heaven, mosquitoes whining by.

I know I need some sleep now, but I can't shut my eyes.

If they moved me from this campsite, if the whole forest was mine.

Well then I'd move my tent up, a lot closer to tree line.

Far from black flies breeding, is where I want to stay.

And I'd let the alpine breezes, blow my blues away.

dedicated to CJ the caretaker at Nauman Tentsite and the '19 Hut Croo at Madison Spring