The ultimate bushcraft tune

[Roving Rich]

Well ithink i have just stumbled on the the most appropriate piece of bushcraft music on the market -
track 3 off the When In Rome album :

Cutting branches for a temporary shelter - by The Penguin Cafe Orchestra
cant get better than that surely ??
Twisted fire starter by the prodigy - but just not so bushcraft specific
- I throw down the gauntlet ):
Rich

 

[jamesdevine]

Ring of Fire Johnny Cash. Bushcrafty in so many levels. :shock:

 

[RovingArcher]

Robbie Robertson-Unbound

These are some of the lyrics. Tempo is a slow jazzy style with electric guitar and drums and of course, being a Native American, his music is done with a spiritual/native undertone.

With eyes of fire.......... no one can see.
The smoke from the sweetgrass ....... covers me.
..................................................
I am drawn...............I am drawn .... to her.
Like a moth to a flame..............
She leads me now......................Unbound

I am lost.................I am lost.................
Has anybody seen me?.........I am lost......
....................................................
Oh nothing is forgotten.........only left behind
Where ever I am.........
She leads me now......................Unbound

No borders, no fences, no walls.........
No borders, no fences...............Unbound

 

[al]

not the ultimate but good lyrics, I’ll be a hobo's son surely all my days
whittle off the hours with a memory for my blade
and carve the hand of sally dear hoping her to find
not today might be here tomorrow, by kelly joe phelps ,well worth checking out if you like "real accoustic playing" and good honest song craft

 

[Squidders]

The "see my vest" song that Monty Burns sings in the simpsons... not very specific to bushcraft but after a rock climbing trip to the wye valley a few of us started singing it whilst setting up an abseil... I have since found that regardless of how tired, cold, wet, or ticked off I get, singing it cheers me right up :super:

 

[Great Pebble]

A Country Boy Can Survive by Hank Williams Jr.

The preacher man says it's the end of time
And the Mississippi River she's a goin' dry
The interest is up and the Stock Markets down
And you only get mugged
If you go downtown

I live back in the woods, you see
A woman and the kids, and the dogs and me
I got a shotgun rifle and a 4-wheel drive
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive

I can plow a field all day long
I can catch catfish from dusk till dawn
We make our own whiskey and our own smoke too
Ain't too many things these ole boys can't do
We grow good ole tomatoes and homemade wine
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive

Because you can't stomp us out
And you cant make us run
Cause one-of- ‘em old boys raisin ole shotgun
And we say grace and we say Ma'am
And if you ain't into that we don't give a damn

We came from the West Virginia coalmines
And the Rocky Mountains and the and the western skies
And we can skin a buck; we can run a trot line
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive

I had a good friend in New York City
He never called me by my name, just hillbilly
My grandpa taught me how to live off the land
And his taught him to be a businessman
He used to send me pictures of the Broadway nights
And I'd send him some homemade wine

But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
For 43 dollars my friend lost his life
Id love to spit some beechnut in that dudes eyes
And shoot him with my old 45
Cause a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive

Cause you can't stomp us out and you can't make us run
Cause one-of- ‘em old boys raisin ole shotgun
And we say grace and we say Ma'am
And if you ain't into that we don't give a damn

We're from North California and south Alabam
And little towns all around this land
And we can skin a buck; we can run a trot line
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive

'Course it depends on how y'all define "bushcraft"


Or....maybe... possibly.... Copperhead Road by Steve Earl

Well my name's John Lee Pettimore
Same as my daddy and his daddy before
You hardly ever saw Grandaddy down here
He only came to town about twice a year
He'd buy a hundred pounds of yeast and some copper line
Everybody knew that he made moonshine
Now the revenue man wanted Grandaddy bad
He headed up the holler with everything he had
It's before my time but I've been told
He never came back from Copperhead Road

Now Daddy ran the whiskey in a big block Dodge
Bought it at an auction at the Mason's Lodge
Johnson County Sheriff painted on the side
Just shot a coat of primer then he looked inside
Well him and my uncle tore that engine down
I still remember that rumblin' sound
Well the sheriff came around in the middle of the night
Heard mama cryin', knew something wasn't right
He was headed down to Knoxville with the weekly load
You could smell the whiskey burnin' down Copperhead Road

I volunteered for the Army on my birthday
They draft the white trash first,'round here anyway
I done two tours of duty in Vietnam
And I came home with a brand new plan
I take the seed from Colombia and Mexico
I plant it up the holler down Copperhead Road
Well the D.E.A.'s got a chopper in the air
I wake up screaming like I'm back over there
I learned a thing or two from ol' Charlie don't you know
You better stay away from Copperhead Road

Well it's craft of a sort... In the bush

 

[Squidders]

Burns: Some men hunt for sport,
Others hunt for food,
The only thing I'm hunting for,
Is an outfit that looks good...

See my vest, see my vest,
Made from real gorilla chest,
Feel this sweater, there's no better,
Than authentic Irish setter.

See this hat, 'twas my cat,
My evening wear - vampire bat,
These white slippers are albino
African endangered rhino.

Grizzly bear underwear,
Turtles' necks, I've got my share,
Beret of poodle, on my noodle
It shall rest,

Try my red robin suit,
It comes one breast or two,
See my vest, see my vest,
See my vest.

Like my loafers? Former gophers -
It was that or skin my chauffeurs,
But a greyhound fur tuxedo
Would be best,

So let's prepare these dogs,
Mrs. Potts: Kill two for matching clogs,
Burns: See my vest, see my vest,
Oh please, won't you see my vest

 

[bushwacker bob]

The Teddy Bears Picnic
If you go down to the woods today your in for a big surprise
(the BCUK meetup)


God,I'm funny eh?

 

[steven andrews]

Once a jolly swagman camped by a billabong
Under the shade of a Coolibah tree
And he sang as he watched and waited till his billy boiled
You'll come a waltzing Matilda with me

Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me
And he sang as he watched and waited til his billy boiled
You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me

Down came a jumbuck to drink at that billabong
Up jumped the swagman and grabbed him with glee
And he sang as he shoved that jumbuck in his tuckerbag
You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me

Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me
And he sang as he watched and waited til his billy boiled
You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me

Up rode the squatter mounted on his thoroughbred
Down came troopers one two three
Whose that jumbuck you've got in the tuckerbag?
You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me

Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me
And he sang as he watched and waited til his billy boiled
You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me

Up jumped the swagman and sprang into the billabong
You'll never catch me alive said he
And his ghost may be heard as you pass by that billabong
You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me.

 

[Roving Rich]

tee hee, glad i chose an instrumental !
I can picture the BCUK choir chortling away round a campfire deep in the woods....
):
Rich

 

[jakunen]

Knowing some of the crew that turned up at the weekend we'd have had no shortage of cute furries to eat, the sound of the BCUK Choir would kill'em stone dead from 50 miles! ):

Can't remember the group, Trogs?:
'We gotta get outta this place,
If its the last we ever do,
We gotta get outta this place,
Girl, there's a better tiem for me and you...'