[Apologies to Woody Guthrie]

Come along boys and listen to my tale
Tell you of my troubles on the old Graton Trail
Come a ki yi yippee yippee yi yippee yay
Come a ki yi yippee yippee yay

I started walking at Occidental Road
One and half miles, my map showed
But all paved with asphalt black
Put blisters on my feet and pain in my back.

Dogs took off after a great big squirrel
Pulled me hard, gonna need an epidural
Come a ki yi yippee yippee yi yippee yay
Come a ki yi yippee yippee yay

That old couple strolling
I know I’ve seen them before
Their pictures were featured
On the Post Office door.

Here come bikers riding hard
Threaten to knock me into that back yard
Come a ki yi yippee yippee yi yippee yay
Come a ki yi yippee yippee yay

That lady with the stroller
Sure looks stressed out
If my aussies get close
She’ll begin to shout.

Step off the pavement
Hide behind the tree
Here come “Hell’s Grannies”
As mean as can be.

Dogs are done, taking a crap
Heading for home for a nice long nap
Come a ki yi yippee yippee yi yippee yay
Come a ki yi yippee yippee yay.

Written by : Bob Burnett