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TRUMAN'S SONG
©Gary Bowman High up in the Cascades, In the Evergreen State A man named Harry Truman, Ran a lodge by Spirit Lake ‘Neath a snow-capped volcano, St. Helens was its name When the earth began to rumble, Old Truman found his fame The Governor sent an order, To evacuate “Pack your bags and go, folks, Before it’s too late!” Avalanches, steam eruptions, Swarms of rolling quakes But Harry wouldn’t leave, That lodge by Spirit Lake I ain’t comin’ down, I’m a-gonna stand my ground, I’ve lived here most my life, And, I ain’t movin’ to town For 50-some odd years, This place has been my home This is where I wanna be, On the Mountain, Living free, I’m a part of the mountain, And the mountain’s part of me Sayin’ he was stayin’, He still ain’t gonna go Even if St. Helens blows, He’ll just go with the flow The signs were all apparent, As the ground began to shake Still Harry didn’t budge, From the Lodge at Spirit Lake Chorus On that fateful Sunday morn, The north face, it did blow, Trav’ling at the speed of sound, A pyroclastic flow Of molten ash and lava, Super-hot volcanic gas That snow-capped mount erupted, With a cataclysmic blast St. Helens, it exploded, Like a keg of TNT, Spirit Lake was buried, ’Neath a pile of debris Along with Harry Truman, 2 dogs and 16 cats, His nineteen fifty-seven pink Cadillac Chorus This is where I wanna be, On the Mountain, Living free, I’m a part of the mountain, And the mountain’s part of me |
